Page 32 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

Grinning, Donovan lifted his head and slid two fingers inside her. “Daddy?”

A low, keening sort of sound escaped her. “Daddy, Donovan, I don’t care, please just let me come!”

He didn’t answer, knowing his lack of response would drive her crazy. With slow, lazy strokes, he used his tongue and his fingers to push her as close as he could to release without pushing her over the edge.

“I love you like this, Lainey.” He pressed a kiss to the smooth, satiny skin of her inner thigh. “Aching and desperate. Whiny and needy. And mine. All mine. Aren’t you, Lainey?”

“Yes,” the word was a gasp, barely coherent and filled with need. “Yours. Please, Donovan.”

“Not yet, baby. A little longer.” Lowering his head, he tasted her again, savoring the sweet, tangy honey.

It wasn’t until she was nearly sobbing with need that he let her fly. “Come for me, Lainey. Let Daddy taste you.”

He dipped his head and sucked hard on her clit. She tensed under him, then screamed his name as she bucked and shuddered with her climax. He drew it out, licking and stroking until she went still under him.

Rolling off the bed, he stripped, and this time when he knelt between her thighs, he slid into her. Being inside her was like coming home.Lainey.

He didn’t realize he’d said her name out loud until she smiled up at him. “Yes, Daddy?”

And in that moment, buried to the hilt inside of her, looking down at that sweet, satisfied smile on her face, he tumbled right into love. Tumbled, hell. He fell face first, landing so hard it took his breath away.

Closing his eyes, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Lainey. God.”

As much as he wanted to tell her, wanted to give her the words, he couldn’t seem to speak them. In lieu of talking, he pressed his lips to hers, pouring everything he felt but couldn’t say into the kiss. Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around him, her soft hands stroking his back.

“I know,” she whispered when they broke the kiss. “Me too.”

After another long, deep kiss, he moved inside of her. The need to conquer took a back seat to the need to give her what she’d asked of him. He made love to her, soft and slow, until they both went over that shining, trembling peak of pleasure together.

He reluctantly left a sleepy,well-loved Lainey in his bed with firm instructions not to open the door or leave the apartment. She’d agreed without a fuss, so hopefully the paddling he’d given her last time had stuck.

Rico wasn’t there when he got to the bar, but that was pretty much par for the course. Mob bosses weren’t known for waiting around on people, no matter how big of a debt they felt they owed you. Sliding into an empty booth in the back corner of the bar, he flagged down a waiter and ordered a shot of whiskey.

He was taking his first sip when Rico showed up. “I’ll never understand your attachment to this horrible place,” Rico said, wiping at the table with the handkerchief he kept in his breast pocket.

Donovan lifted his glass. “They have good whiskey. And people here know how to keep their mouths shut,” he added, taking another sip.

“Well, I do value discretion.” Once the table was as clean as it was going to get, Rico placed a portfolio between them and pushed it across the wood to Donovan.

“New driver’s licenses, social security cards, birth certificates, and work history for Andrew and Melissa Parsons.”

His hand hovered over the portfolio. “What?”

Rico smiled, as though he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on Donovan’s whole world. “Oh, a marriage certificate as well. If anyone asks, you went to Fiji for your honeymoon.”

“We’re not married.” Panic forced his voice an octave higher, and he was suddenly wishing he’d ordered a whole bottle of whiskey instead of just the one glass.

“Details, details.” Rico waved a hand as if batting away his protests. “The less paperwork you have to file after you start your new lives together, the better. This saves you a step.”

Scowling, he finally grabbed the portfolio and pried it open. “I never said I was going to marry her.”

Rico rolled over his protests. “I’ve also left a car for you at the park and ride near the airport. Keys are in the portfolio, along with new, clean phones. I set up a new checking account for Andrew, with some freshly laundered funds. Once you’re clear, I’ll begin the process of moving your personal wealth. There is cash in the portfolio, enough for a week at least, so you won’t leave a trail out of the city. My suggestion would be to hop around for a bit before you use the debit card in the portfolio.”

Gratitude washed away the annoyance at being forced into a fake marriage. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Yes, I did.” Folding his hands on the table, Rico pinned him with a serious stare. “I also did a little digging on that church of yours.”

Barking out a laugh, Donovan tossed back the rest of his whiskey. “It’s not my church.”

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