Page 100 of Who's Your Daddy
“Perfect.” He peels the top one off and snags a dark blue pen from the table. “So.” He glances up at me, pen poised above the small square of paper, eyes sparkling. “These will be our forever promises. Our vows to each other.”
I move closer, looping my arm through his.
“We will always talk,” I whisper, heart suddenly lodged in my throat.
Without hesitation, he writes the words.
“We always stay, no running,” he adds.
“We put each other first, before work.”
He nods, jotting down the sentiment. “Lola gets coffeeand breakfast every day delivered by Cal.” He stabs the note with the pen, punctuating the promise with a flourish.
I snort at the ridiculousness of that vow. “As long as Amy doesn’t eat it.”
“Of course. I’ll hide it from now on.” He winks, making my heart trip over itself.
“That it?” I peer at the neat words he’s printed. As silly as I thought this idea was, seeing our promises written out like that brings with it a feeling of security I never could have imagined having with Cal.
He tugs me onto his lap, his warmth enveloping me.
“One more.” He presses his lips to my temple. “You kiss me.” The words dance across my skin, sending goose bumps skittering down my spine. “Everywhere, all the time.”
Despite the giddiness that’s overtaken me, good sense rises to the surface. “Cal, we can’t kiss at work.”
He ignores my argument, scribbling the rule onto the page. “We’re at work. Does that mean you won’t kiss me right now?”
I huff a breath and sag against him. “Different.”
“So”—He leans closer, his eyes locked on my mouth—“will you kiss me now?”
My breath catches. In this moment, I think I’d do just about anything to feel his lips against mine.
I shift so our mouths are inches apart, our noses brushing. “Well, it is a rule.”
He glides his tongue along my bottom lip, and I don’t even try to fight the moan that slips out.
“Lola. Kiss me.” With that order, he closes the distance.
Our lips meet, and instantly, I burst into flames. Like the first time, our kiss is so much more than desire. It’s pure need. Neither of us can get close enough. He lifts me onto the conference table and settles between my thighs, pressing his already hard cock against me. In unison we both groan as I rock slowly against him.
“Fuck.” Cal’s growl is low and feral as his large hands snakeunder my dress and he lifts it over my waist. Every brush of the tips of his fingers are like an electric spark. It has been too long. Too many weeks since I felt his hard body pressing against me. The need to feel him pressinginto me becomes more desperate. A pounding desire building deep in my core.
“Cal,” I whimper against his mouth.
He pulls back enough to yank the black dress over my head and his breath catches. “Bloody hell woman, you slay me.” His hand cups my breast through my lace bra. I arch into his touch, and he runs his thumb against my nipple.
With his eyes locked on me, and his fingers working their black magic, my nipples pebble beneath his touch.
“I can’t imagine how I waited so long to touch you, because now looking at you—” His eyes drop lower focusing on my black thong and he wets his lips. The move makes my pussy clench. “I can’t imagine not touching you, tasting you, every day of forever.”
“Then touch me,” I beg.
“Whatever Lola wants.” The words are gruff this time. Like he can’t make it to the next octave to sing them. Like I’ve stolen all his oxygen.
I love it.
He leans forward, brushing his lips against mine before slowly working down my neck. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow brushes deliciously across my skin. Every nip and suck of his lips spurs me on. Lighting my body up. He kisses a straight line down between my breasts, continuing to where my body is begging for him. His thumbs slip under the elastic of my thong and in one motion it's down my legs.
