Page 141 of Driven Daddy

“Not a bad plan. Maybe I can put a clause in the sublet that lets me come by a few times a year for the view.”

He grinned. “Now you’re cooking.”

He pulled me down the street. The familiar scents of overcooked food, exhaust, and last night’s rain were oddly comforting and foreign at the same time.

“What is the hurry?” I laughed as I had to up my pace to keep up with him.

“Shrimp scampi!”

I rolled my eyes. “You really are hungry.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the idea of garlic and butter was a little nauseating after all the New York City smells, but if it made him happy, I’d try to eat a few bites.

I was out of breath by the time we got to my apartment building. I gave one last look at Times Square with all the flashing lights before I followed him through the doors to my lobby.

I waved to the front desk person. They changed out so much I rarely remembered their names. My apartment building was full of young professionals with a few longtime residents who were clutching their rent control. Which I couldn’t blame them.

Exactly why I’d never left this place.

The elevator ride was eternal, since there were so many stories to this building. Penn kept looking at his watch.

“I am sure the groceries will survive.”

“Huh?”

I laughed. “I’m sure they’re safe on the doorstep. My floor is pretty good about leaving packages alone.”

When the doors opened, he practically dragged me out onto my floor.

“Penn!”

“C’mon, Duchess. My belly is grumbling.” He gave me the gimme hands to get my keys out.

“Okay, okay.”

When he opened the door and nudged the groceries in, he swore under his breath. Before I could get pissed about his actions—which were getting a bit much—he swung me around to kiss me against the door.

“What—”

It only took a minute for him to convince me not to be mad at him.

He cupped my face and slowed everything down. The kiss was thorough and soft. I could practically hear his heart beating a mile a minute even as he smoothed me out.

I wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but right now I was enjoying every second of his intensity. I tried pushing his jacket off. If he was going to kiss my brain out of my head at least I could get some sex out of the deal.

The leather thudded to the floor, then I tugged at his Henley, angling for his belt.

He groaned into my mouth. “Wait.”

“If you say you need to cook one more time, I’m going to leave you on the couch tonight.”

He frowned down at me. “I don’t fit on your Barbie-sized couch. I barely fit in your mini bed.”

“I fit just fine.”

He grunted and stilled my hands. “This is not going exactly as planned. I should have planned how long it takes to do everything in this blasted city.”

I frowned. “The groceries are here.”

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