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The smack comes down on her bare arse and the sound of it echoes through the quiet office, the sound of her whimpers the only thing more beautiful. “Shit,” she breathes out.
I kiss the spot I spanked and then before she can prepare, rain down on her other cheek. She spasms beneath my touch, her hips bucking like she’s empty and ready for me. “Am I making you drip yet? Are you begging for my cum all over your boss’s desk?”
Lola humps the desk like a needy little thing and I smile. “You are such a dirty girl.”
“Please Cal, please.” I don’t even think she knows what she’s begging for now. Her tiny fists are gripping the edges of his desk, herhips are rolling as she waits, her hair’s a mess and she looks over her shoulder at me, pleading for me to spank her again.
I give her two more and with each smack of my hand she becomes needier, but it's not until I see the evidence of her leaking all over his desk that I finally give in. I slide her cheeks apart and lick up the mess between her thighs. Then I pull her right to the very edge and spear her with my tongue, fucking her slowly with it, in and out as she grinds against my face. “Holy shit,” she mumbles incoherent words and I love what a beautiful disaster she’s become for me. “I think I’m going to come,” she warns.
“Not without me.” Flipping her over, I stand and line myself up, thrusting inside her without warning. Lola whines around me as I fill her over and over again, my fingers circling her clit until she explodes around me. Her hands flail wildly with each thrust, knocking down Brian’s neat files, his stapler, a jar of pens and number two pencils. With each thrust I make more of a mess, of her, of his desk, of this office, until finally I can’t take it anymore and I bury my head in her neck, inhaling that sugar-sweet scent as I come in hot spurts inside her.
“Bloody hell,” I mumble as I come back to earth. I kiss over each inch of her skin I can find, until I reach her mouth and stare into those beautiful eyes of hers.
She smiles as she runs her fingers through my hair. “He’s going to kill you.”
I grin down at the woman who’s completely ruined me. “Worth it.”
Chapter 36
Cal
“Idon’t understand why you get to be Gomez,” Sully grumbles, repositioning the bald cap on his head again.
“Because”—I grin at our reflection in the row of doors ahead—“I have a better head of hair. You make a much better Uncle Fester.”
“Bullshit,” he grits out.
“Shhh, language.” Lola smirks as I hold the door open so that my Morticia Addams can enter the Halloween party at Murphy’s school.
My son is dressed as my son, because of course he is. T.J. wanted to be Cousin It. Because of course he did.
“Why couldn’t I have been the Frankenstein guy?” Sully tugs at his thick, boxy black costume.
“Just be happy T.J. didn’t assign you the role of grandmama,” Lola teases.
T.J. tosses his head back and cackles. “Aw, man. I should have.” He points across the room. “There’s Mom!” Without hesitation, he rushes toward Sloane, who has her hair in braids like Wednesday Addams.
“Even she got to pick the character she wanted.” Sully sags beside me.
“Cheer up, mate.” I elbow him. “Aren’t you trying to win over your wife?”
“Not sure it’s possible in this.” He plucks at the rough fabric of his robe, and with another beleaguered sigh, he follows after T.J.
It’s been two weeks since Lola and I officially started dating—and two weeks since we defiled Brian’s office—and I intend to celebrate tonightafterthe Halloween party.
Not in Brian’s office though because the way he looked at both of us for the entirety of last week, like he was trying to figure outhowwe made such a mess, has me wanting to keep Lola all to myself.
Lola comes over for dinner most nights and insists on cooking quite often, which we’re all bloody grateful for. Her healthy, gluten-free meals are loads better than anything Brian makes. After we read a little more of Murphy’s book to him each night, and he drifts off, I drive her home and spend a little time alone with her. It takes bloody discipline to tear myself away from her night after night, but I never want Murphy to wake up and find that I’m gone.
Not that he has ever woken up calling for me. Regardless, I’m not taking any chances.
When a kid calls his name, Murphy lights up. “Can I go say hi? That’s Jase.”
“Of course. Yes. Right. Go.”
My heart clenches at the sight of my boy chatting with a friend. And when a whole group of children in costumes surround him, talking a mile a minute, making him laugh and smile, my eyes get hot.
I blink back the sting of tears. He’s got friends. And people.
