Page 24 of Who’s Your Daddy (Dadcoms #1)

Cal

T he instant the door whooshes shut, Lola pushes me against the metal wall and then her mouth is on me again.

The perfect mouth that’s only ever punished me, taunted me, knocked me on my arse time and again, is suddenly breathing life into me.

She tastes like champagne and sweet dessert.

Each little whimper that escapes her is like a current of electricity coursing through me.

It takes everything in me not to grind my erection against her to show her how fucking hard those sounds alone make me.

I’m terrified if I do that, I’ll break the spell that’s been set.

Thank fuck she drank nothing but soda water through dinner and ate most of her meal. If she hadn’t, I’d be worried she was too drunk to consent. I don’t want her to regret this. I don’t want this kiss to ever end.

When the door to the lift opens, I pull back so I can guide her to our room.

The moment I break the kiss, she grips my shirt and lets out an annoyed little growl. “No.”

“No?” I can’t help but grin down at her as she holds me close.

She huffs out a breath, her emerald eyes bright beneath the harsh lighting. “I hate how good you feel. Hate how soft your lips are. Hate that I need to know what you can do with them.”

Her words cause my cock to harden painfully in my trousers. Licking my lips, I taunt her. “I can do many things.”

She pouts. The woman pushes her bottom lip out and bloody pouts. “ Show me .”

All sense gone, I grasp her by her arse and lift her off her feet. Thank fuck I chose a gown that gives her room to wrap her legs around my hips.

She climbs me as I stride down the hallway to our hotel room, to that heart-shaped bed, and peppers kisses on my neck while I attempt to open the damn door.

After three or four tries, the green light finally illuminates, and I throw it open.

I charge inside, only pausing to kick the door shut, and head straight for the plush bed.

There will be zero interruptions. Not a thing will stop me from showing this woman what my tongue can do. And my fingers. And my cock.

Head buried in my neck, Lola giggles. “I can’t believe Sully got a heart-shaped bed. How are we even going to fit on this?”

With her still in my arms, arse held tight, I spin and fall back, stretching out with her on top of me.

Straddling my hips, she gasps, her eyes going wide. There’s no way she can’t feel the press of my cock between her hot thighs.

“This seems to work, no?”

She gives me a wicked grin. “So you’re saying I’ll have to stay on top of you all night?”

“I’m game if you are.” I run my hands up and down her back, then trail over the silk of her dress to her thighs.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she muses. “Sloane warned me, you know? I told her it would never happen.”

I arch a brow. As much as I want this, I didn’t expect to end up here. I just wanted to spend more time with her. Give her a chance to see the real me. Hope that she’d like what she found .

But being allowed to touch her like this? It’s more than I could have asked for.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I promise, squeezing her thighs gently. “We can just snuggle. I’m an excellent snuggler.”

She doesn’t even acknowledge the offer, she just rolls her hips over my aching cock. With each move, electricity shoots up my spine. Her lashes flutter shut and she lets out a breathy sigh.

Fuck. The sight of her stealing her pleasure unravels me.

“But what if—” She lets out another breathy whimper, this one followed by a moan. With her hands on my abdominals, she slows her pace, as if she’s dragging out every little drop of her ecstasy.

I tighten my hold on her hips, eager for her to finish that sentence. Desperate for her to tell me she wants this. To use her words. “What if what?”

Eyes fluttering open, she gives me the laziest of smiles. “What if I want to do more than snuggle? What if I want to forget for a few hours? To just—” She wiggles on top of me.

A telltale tingle starts at the base of my spine. Bloody fucking hell.

Jaw locked, I stare up at the ceiling. Can I do this? Can I allow her to use me tonight? I’ve certainly used and been used before. I’m just not sure I can separate my emotions so easily where Lola’s involved.

“ Cal .”

The need dripping in her tone is enough to cut through any scrap of patience I’ve been clinging to. Cuffing her neck, I pull her face to mine. She lets out a surprised squeal, but she doesn’t fight me. And when our lips lock, she sinks into the connection.

I nip at her bottom lip, holding her in place with my hand wrapped around her neck. “I don’t want to make you forget, Lola. I want you to remember every millisecond that we spend together. I want you to relive it over and over again. I want to completely ruin you. ”

“So many words, Callahan Murphy.” She smiles against my mouth. “You always have so many words.”

Easing her back a little, I search for any sign that she isn’t on the same page. The smile on her face, the haze of pleasure in her eyes, tells me she’s right here with me. “Is that a yes?”

“Devastate me,” she murmurs. “Ruin me. Do whatever the hell you want to me. Just make me come.”

This time my hips are the ones that undulate beneath hers as I give her exactly what she’s asking for. My hands roam over her bare shoulders as she reaches for her zipper, and at the slow sound of it parting, all my blood flow surges between my thighs.

Green silk falls to her hips exposing the most perfect tits.

Greedy, I straighten, sucking one pink nipple into my mouth while I roll the other between my fingers.

“Yes, Cal.” The tendons in her neck strain as she writhes above me. “Fuck my panties are soaked. I’m going to ruin your tux.”

“Make a mess, Lola,” I urge, too blissed out to care about anything but her. “Promise I’ll clean your first orgasm from your body with my tongue.”

“Shit,” she pants as she quickens her pace.

I should close my eyes and think of anything but about how gorgeous she looks, face flushed, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she thrashes above me, but I couldn't look away if I tried.

And there’s no way in hell I’ll try. I may be daft when it comes to many things, but I know better than to miss this. I want to memorize every detail of the moment Lola first comes for me. Even if that means I’m close to coming in my knickers.

To help her along, I pinch her nipples and give them a little tug.

“Cal,” she hisses, throwing her head back.

The moment she shatters above me, my entire world turns upside down. From this moment on, my one goal in life will be to make her do that again. And again. And again.

I used to live to taunt her. To earn the tiniest bit of her attention by driving her batty. Now I’ll live for this .

“Good girl,” I murmur.

Without a second’s hesitation, I flip her onto her back and push up her dress. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Fuck. I need to taste her. Need to clean her up so I can make a mess of her again.

As I ruck the material of her dress up over her hips and the scrap of green lace comes into view, my vision blurs. “Lola Caruso.” I paste on the smirk that riles her up so much.

“Yes?” Her tone is nowhere near annoyed for once. No, it’s sated, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Did you plan this?” Kneeling between her thighs, I shuck my jacket. The tie is next, followed by the top two buttons of my shirt.

She frowns, though the reaction is delayed, her muscles still languid. “Plan what?”

I trace the wet lace between her thighs with the back of my finger.

Her body shudders, goose bumps scattering over her smooth skin.

“These panties, Lola,” I purr. “They’re soaked and they match your dress perfectly.”

Chin lifted, she gives me a defiant look. “I like to match.”

There’s my Lola, my feisty, angry little thing. I think I’d die right here if she admitted she thought of me when she dressed this evening. But nothing with Lola has ever been easy. I’d expect nothing less than this sass.

And why would she have done it for me? The woman didn’t even want to spend the weekend with me.

I’m the one who orchestrated it all. I’m the one who slowly fell for this woman, a little more intrigued with each year that passed, only to find myself hurtling into all-out obsession the moment she interacted so perfectly with my son.

Burying myself a little deeper in feelings for her every time she gives me a glimpse of the real woman wearing that tight braid.

“Well, I love them. I need to see them all by themselves though.”

I tug her dress over her head and toss it to the floor.

“Cal!” she yelps. “That dress is worth thousands.”

I lift a shoulder. “I’ll buy you another one. ”

Her eyes go wide. “ You bought me that one .”

I smirk. “I’d buy a new one every day if it meant I could end the night ripping it off you. Now lie back, I need to see all of you.”

She coughs out a surprised laugh. “You really are a charmer.” Obediently—a total shocker—she settles back, and when her auburn hair spreads out against the pillow, I can’t come up with a damn retort.

“You’re exquisite.” It’s the only thought in my head. I’m too lost in her, too busy greedily memorizing every detail. A dusting of freckles cover her stomach and her hips, like the softest of kisses. I want to roll my tongue over every one.

“I bet you are too. Though I wouldn’t know, since you’re still fully clothed.”

Quickly, I doff my shirt and toss it into a heap with her dress.

But as I reach for my belt, she sits up and grasps my wrists. “Let me.”

With her teeth pressed to that plump bottom lip and her warm breath fanning across my stomach, she works my belt off. Rather than going for the button of my trousers next, she presses the most unsuspecting kiss to my abdominals, right beside my belly button.

The sensation is soft and surprising, pulling a laugh from deep within me.