Page 123 of Driven Daddy

“Then I’d stand and turn you around.”

She gasped as I did just that and put her hands on the middle shelf.

“This will have to do.” I flicked open the button of her pants and dipped down into the soft wool and lace, then I eased into the even softer silky warmth of her. “Wet for me, Duchess?”

“Penn,” she whispered, her breath hitching.

“Can you come for me? Really quick and quiet?”

I sucked at the skin right behind her ear and she shivered. She was fucking wet for me. Soaked, actually and I used it to my advantage.

The wheels of a cart squeaked as it rolled our way, upping the ante.

I tucked two fingers inside of her, leaving my palm as the friction. I pushed her over the edge so fast that I had to cover her mouth and swallow down her quick moan. Her thighs quivered as she pushed back on me, grinding her ass against my aching dick.

She bit my lip as a surprise second orgasm hit.

“Fuck, Duchess. Someone’s coming.”

“Yeah, me,” she said shakily. “Holy crap.”

I huffed out a strangled laugh. “I want inside of you so bad, but I do not want Mrs. Gunderson catching us.” I slipped my fingers out of her then I licked off the salty perfection of her.

She sagged against the shelves, pressing her forehead against the metal in front ofThe Wheel of Time.

Who knew a core memory would be added to my life right then?

Such a great one too.

Quickly, she buttoned her pants, and I urged her along to the end of the section just as Mrs. Gunderson’s Elvis cart went by.

We both dissolved into muffled laughter as we inched our way past Sci Fi and into the Romance section.

“Oh, I wanted to read this.” She slipped out a book and tucked it against her.

“Think,” I looked at the title, “Nora Roberts will cover up the fact that you came your brains out in front of Robert Jordan?”

“What?” She swung a shocked face my way.

I laughed. “You were standing in front of his book.”

She elbowed me. “Jerk.”

“There you two are.” Colette spotted us and waved us over. “Where have you…” Her eyebrow spiked. “Never mind.”

I looked down at myself. Was it that obvious?

Then I noticed Rita’s disheveled hair and eased her back against me to tame her flyaways.

“I blame you,” she said under her breath as she tucked her hair around her ears.

“Oh, all the blame is mine, Duchess.”

“Rita and Penn, meet Darby Morse. She’s the head librarian here now.”

The woman was surprisingly young with a lion’s mane of red corkscrew curls. She was nearly as tall as I was, with intelligent hazel eyes and an easy smile. “Pleased to meet you, finally.” Shereached out and shook both of our hands. “Colette’s been talking you up for weeks now.”

“Thanks for letting us use the library for this. Sorry we dropped it on you without some warning.” Rita hugged her book to her. “Libraries have always been my favorite places.”

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