Page 92 of Play With Me

I didn’t expect anything less from Lola. In fact, I expected much more. Her anger was still brewing. I could feel it. I just had to figure out how to use it to my advantage.

“Now what’s going on with Kate?” she asked, catching me off guard. I was sure she’d want to talk about Sophie.

“She’s safe.” I carried the boxes of food into the kitchen and set them on the table. “And she’s coming back home, but I’m not saying anything else until you get at least a plate of food in you. Agreed?”

She frowned, but grabbed a plate anyways. Lola generously stacked it before sitting down at the counter. I poured us both a glass of wine and passed one to her. I caught the flash of skepticism in her eyes, but she sipped it. I watched as the satisfying swallow passed down her throat and felt my dick get hard again. She did that after every bite, teasing me, licking the wandering wine drops off her lips. Once that first plate was cleared, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair.

“Okay, Madman. It’s time to talk. What’s happening with Kate?”

There was so much spite in her voice, and it was all my fault. She deserved so much more. She deserved everything, including a little bit of peace, for once. I should have never destroyed her trust. Yet in the single split second that I saw her forehead crease, I decided to lie to her again. I wasn’t sure what made me, but there was no fucking way that I was placing Lola in danger, and tomorrow morning would be as dangerous as it got. Lola deserved a break.

“She’s on her way home.”

“Has something happened? I need to call her.”

“Everything is fine. She’s actually stopping by here with Cameron in the morning to pick up his car.”

Another lie.

“Really?”

“She’s sleeping now. You’ll wake her if you call. You should be getting rest as well.”

“Solar panel. Remember?” She pointed her index finger at herself.

And now all I could think about was how nice it would be to use all that energy Lola had supposedly stored for our mutual benefit.

After an hour of fidgeting in her seat, I’d say it was the cheesecake I cut for her that was working its magic. Lola was digging into her third piece when she froze and pushed her plate aside.

“Don’t you dare think of doing what I think you’re doing.”

“What is it that you think I’m doing?”

But she only shook her head, and I saw that glimpse of hope I’d been waiting for in her eyes.

“I already told you that I’ll stay.Idon’t lie.”

Ouch.

As much as I didn’t like that blow, it was well deserved. She finished her second glass of wine, and I poured her another. Her face became serious, and I became anxious. The moment that I’d been waiting for was here.

“I can’t believe you would hide the existence of your own child, Brook. How could you do that?”

“There’s no excuse, but I honestly thought you hated children.”

“We’ve already been over this.” She twisted in her seat, facing me.

“I know we did but you did say they’re only great when they’re someone else’s.”

She frowned, searching through her memory. “Brook. I’m not sure if you noticed, but sometimes I tend to say things that don’t make sense. That was one of them.”

She gave me that glare women give when they want men to shut up, so I did. I watched Lola’s eyes quickly glare over with fresh tears. They spilled over her cheeks as she let go of a relieved breath, saying, “I could never hate Sophie. I love her. She’s… amazing.”

It took less than two steps for me to stand in front of her and take her face between my hands. My mouth was on hers where it belonged. A faint moan escaped from between our locked lips. She wasn’t getting away from me now. I would never let her leave me.

I lifted Lola to the top of the kitchen island. She opened her legs so that I could stand between them. My hands found her strong thighs, skimming upward until my thumbs could graze against the softer skin on her inner legs. The heat increased as my fingers inched toward her crotch, then up to her fly. The zipper slid down as soon as I gave it a tug, and she pressed her body harder to mine.

Her knees pushed at my hips, gripping me like clamps, and her legs wound all the way around my back, locking us together. I couldn’t stop kissing her – her lips, cheeks, and forehead, then back to her lips again because they tasted like the best fucking thing I’d ever had. God, she tasted like heaven, soft and promising. Giving.

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