Page 118 of Who's Your Daddy
“I wouldn't have known what to do with Murphy if not for Sully and Brian. But especially you. Fuck, Lola, I’d be lost without you. And I hope like hell that my dad would think I’m worthy of you.”
Eyes softening, she leans in. “Cal, he was your father. Pretty surehe’d be more concerned about whether I was good enough for his baby boy.”
This time I’m the one to scoff. “He adored you. If he hadn’t sat me down the week he hired you and told me to stay away, I would have been chasing you years ago.”
Her jaw drops, but she doesn’t speak, like she’s at a loss.
With two fingers, I snap it shut. “I wasn’t ready. And I think he knew that.”
Lips pressed together, she inhales deeply through her nose and scrutinizes me for a long moment, like she’s summoning courage. Eventually, she whispers, “But now you are?”
“Yes, Lola,” I lean in close, my lips tickling hers. “I’m ready for whatever comes our way.”
She grips my shirt with those tiny fingers of hers and pulls me to her, kissing me fiercely.
Electricity arcs through me as I palm her arse and pull her into my lap.
With a moan, she straddles me and as I focus on the woman of my dreams and the reality that she’smine, every thought, every worry, every concern, simply melts away.
“Do you think you can be quiet?” I mumble against her lips, already wanting to rip off her clothes and do ungodly things to her.
Lola shrugs innocently. “I don’t know, you might need to figure out a way to keep me quiet.” She plays with the tie around my neck, rolling the smooth satin back and forth across my cheek. “Then again, maybe we need to figure out if we can keep you quiet. You’re the talker.”
I chuckle. “You could just sit on my face and that would do the trick.”
She shakes her head and I see the devious glint in her eye. “I’ve got another idea.” She looks around my room. “Do you have any more of these?”
“Ties?” I’ve got at least a hundred. She knows that, though. The little minx is up to something.
She nods. “Show me where?”
I motion over to the drawer. There’s not a ton of space in this room so there aren’t too many places they could possibly be. Lola jumps off me and then pauses when she gets to my drawer. “Is it okay if I open this?”
I laugh. It’s loud, not quiet at all, and she makes atskingsound. “What’s mine is yours, darling. Do with me what you will.”
She grins as I settle my hands behind my neck, relaxed. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
I won’t. If I know Lola, she’s about to take my previous lessons and blow them out of the water, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
My girl is still in her dress from dinner and I’m still in my slacks. As she goes through my drawer, pulling one tie out after another, I admire her curves, anticipating the moment she lets me see every pretty inch of her again. When she finally turns to me, five ties in her hand, each a different shade of blue, my brows dance. “Five huh?”
She nods, her smile wicked. “Need you completely naked for this.”
“Only if you are.”
She tosses the ties onto the bed and then spins, giving me her back so I can unzip her dress. I sit up and do just that, pressing sweet kisses across her neck as I do. With each one I feel her melt beneath my lips just a bit more, and when she spins, I think just maybe I’ll be the one using those ties on her. But as I reach for one, she pushes me back. “Stay.”
I chuckle. “Whatever Lola wants.”
Patiently, I watch as my girl slips her dress over her hips, revealing another dark green lingerie set. This one has little crystals all across the lace. She’s a dazzling present that I get to keep. “I like this,” I mumble, dragging the back of my fingers across the swell of her breasts.
She sucks in a breath. “I told you to stay. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
“Fuck.” The curse is a raspy whisper. “Do your worst.”
Lola smirks. “I plan to.” Then she begins to undress me. First my shirt, then my slacks. When she finally slides my boxers down I wait as her breath ghosts down my body, my cock begging for her mouth. But she almost ignores it, reaching for one of her ties first. “I thought this bed was ridiculous for such a big man,” she says as she wraps the first tie to the post at the end of the bed. “But now,” she turns back to me right as she loops the tie around my ankle. “I realize how perfect it is.”
Another curse slips out as I realize what she intends to do with those ties. I stare at the four posts on my bed and my stomach tightens. “You’re going to tie me up.”
