Page 128 of Who's Your Daddy
Sloane’s warning to her was legitimate, no matter how badly I want to deny it. Engaging in a relationship with a coworker can’t be easy. I’d walk away from the firm before I’d let her get away. But she should have options. She deserves to feel safe. No matter what.
“Already worried that I’ll hog the covers?” she teases as she slides a perfectly folded set of sheets into what looks like the original packaging. Fucking hell. The woman is ridiculously organized.
I yank the parcel out of her hand and toss it onto the bed, then take a step closer. “No, but I want you to be comfortable. So if holding on to this place would ease your mind, then we should do it.”
Fingers creeping up my chest, Lola shakes her head. “I’m all in, Mr. Murphy.”
Fuck. That sexy tone alone makes my trousers feel a tad too tight. But I don’t want to give in just yet. So with a hand on her waist, I pull her body to mine. “Are you sure?”
Her smile is exquisite. It’s beautiful and breathtaking, overtaking her entire face, showing her true joy. “No emergency plan needed. I trust you and even more than that, I trust us. We’re it.”
Ducking low, I bring my mouth to hers and kiss the ever loving shite out of her. “We are,” I murmur, fingers threading through her loose hair. “But”—I nip at her lip—“this is actually a convenient little place to escape to from time to time.”
With my hands on her hips, I turn her and drop kiss after kiss against her neck.
She leans back against my chest, head tipped to one side, giving me better access. “Are you trying to convince me to keep this apartment as some sort of love shack?”
I hum against the soft skin behind her ear. “If that would make you happy, then yes.”
“I’m trying to make a grand gesture by giving up my apartment for you. Let me be grand gesturey.” She tilts her head up and gives me a mock glare.
I press a kiss to her chin. “If you insist. But your willingness to sleep beside me in a twin-size bed every night was grand gesturey enough?—”
Her eyes widen. “Shit, I forgot about the bed.”
A chuckle rumbles up my throat. “I’ve got movers lined up to bring this bed over this afternoon.”
She whirls around and smacks me. “You must stop teasing me.”
“Though I could cancel and have a heart-shaped bed delivered instead. What do you think?”
“Cal.”
I lick my lips and lean in close. “Yes, Lola?
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Lips slanted over hers, I do just that. And when we come up for air, I whisper, “Whatever Lola wants.”
Epilogue
Cal
“This seems very unprofessional,” Lola says as I tie the satiny fabric over her eyes. “It’s the middle of the work day.”
Funny how she barely fights me though.
“Everyone is out of the office,” I whisper into her ear and smile as a shiver works across her pretty back. “Sully has court and Brian took Amy to lunch.”
“Brian and Amy?” Lola squeaks.
I chuckle. “No, Brian is like you. I don’t think he could take ten minutes of her outside the office. But he did promise to handle the intern package for her law school mid-term and she said, and I quote, “if we have to fill out this whole thing can we do it with fries and a slushie?”
Lola laughs out loud at my horrible impression of Amy. Lola’s is no better, but with my British accent, I suppose mine is worse. I pullon the rolling chair she’s seated in and twist her to face me. Then lean down and press a kiss to her lips. I’ll never get over the way she melts against me instantly. How she lets me kiss her so freely.
I’ll never get over the fact that she’s mine.
It’s been two weeks since Lola moved in and not to sound like a mushy twat but everything has been fucking perfect since then. Just like before, she and Murphy are my damn world. He now only refers to me as Dad, which is, in my opinion, the greatest word in the English language, and he and Lola are the best of friends.
