A Billionaire's Secret Baby - Chapter 30

Ipractically left her off balance when I leaped from the shower and kissed Lola. But then, as I cradled her, with nothing but a towel around my waist, she put a hand knowingly to her lips. And then I remembered that Macy was fast asleep.

“It’s three walls of soundproofed insulation,” I said.

“I still want to be quiet,” Lola said, playfully.

I grinned and wrapped my arms around her head as I kissed her. In turn, she put her arms around me, and the feeling of the soft linen material of her shirt as it pressed against my naked back was ecstasy. In the low light of my bedroom, I picked her up easily, and span her as we kissed, making her a little dizzy. By the time I threw her onto the bed, cushioning her fall with my arms, I knew that Lola was my plaything. Not anxious, not nervous now, just in need of the comfort I could give her. In need of the desire and delight which I gave her. And for me? Lola tended to my body, which had been broken but was making a wonderful recovery.

She pulled me over her, and I responded eagerly, drawing down so that she could feel my erection pressing hard against her panties.

“Is that for me?” she said.

“Who else would it be for?” I said, kissing her neck.

“I don’t remember doing that,” said Lola.

“Sure you do,” I said. “You started with all that sweet talk in the lobby earlier.”

“I never did,” she said, stifling a giggle. But the truth was, Lola and I flirted with each other every time Macy was out of earshot.

I lifted her up and she settled down by my knees, where she unfolded the towel and gazed happily at my erect cock, standing straight in front of her. Lola bent down and kissed it, making soft moans while I covered my mouth, and pulled her hand towards my abs.

“Like that,” I said softly, and she did as I asked, continuing at the gentle rhythm, her tongue gently stimulating the tip of my cock until I felt myself almost ready again. I’d never been so turned on by anyone before her, and I knew that tonight, as with most nights we spent sleeping in the bed, Lola wouldn’t let me go unsatisfied.

Climbing up and over me now, she kissed my mouth, while rubbing my cock between the center of her legs. At last, I felt her easing me inside of her, and I rolled over as she did, with her beneath me.

“I love you,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“I love you too,” she replied, and being able to say that to one another was the biggest turn-on of all, the magic words which left us senselessly pawing at one another in public places and giving each other the eye over the breakfast table. It was all I could do to restrain myself as I began to enter Lola, with short, gentle thrusts. My hand wound itself into her hair, and I found a steady rhythm, as my other hand clasped itself around her wrist while she wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“I want your legs around me,” I said hungrily, as I quickened the pace of my thrusts.

“I know you do,” she said wickedly, and obliged, holding me close, reminding me that Lola had me now and would never let me go, no matter what.

“Harder,” said Lola, and I obliged her, giving her what she needed, letting her know that she could trust me to give her all the strength and power that was in my body. Letting me show to her that under her care, while she’d come to live with me these last two weeks, that I was fully recovered.

“Now,” said Lola, and I couldn’t help myself, even if I wanted to, because I was going to come for her, and I did, and when I did, the world shook and I bit down on my free hand, while my other lifted Lola into me. And together in the sweet hurt of the feelings, we rested, utterly content with one another.

***

When I woke up later, she was gone. But I knew where she’d be. Neither of us were sleeping as well as we wanted, despite our passionate trysts.

I got up too, and put on a robe over a shirt and a pair of trousers, and tucked something small I’d had hidden in my chest of drawers for a week now. I hadn’t shown it to Lola yet, despite the fact I’d been carrying it around with me all day, every day.

I walked out of my room. But I couldn’t resist going into the spare bedroom at the other end. Looking down at the little girl with the tumbling dark hair and the blue eyes. But now her eyes were closed, and she was asleep, looking soft and completely gorgeous. I smiled down at her.

I hadn’t told Macy yet. And I didn’t know when I would. I hadn’t even discussed it with Lola. But both of us knew a day was coming when it would be unavoidable. When it would be time for Macy to discover that she had a daddy. And that he hadn’t known about her, and that I was sorry. So, incredibly sorry that I hadn’t known about the beautiful child who’d been staying here in my guest bedroom.

I went out, and up on the staircase, to the top landing of the apartment. I went out of the door, and a cool blast of air rushed towards me.

And then, I saw her. Standing statuesque in the corner of the roof, looking down on the city below her. Lola looked right up here, and as I stared at the sensual curve of her back, and her brazen red hair draping down over her dressing gown, I stepped towards her.

It was noisy on the roof, with the wind whipping over our heads, and she recoiled in shock as I touched her shoulder. All three of us were still jumpy after the day at the warehouse. It was going to take some time to get back to normal.

Once we’d figured out what normal was.

“What are you thinking?” I said, and Lola turned around, and smiled. But there was a sadness in her eyes.

“Been a long time since anyone asked me that,” she said.

“I’m making it my business to know these days,” I said, as I took her in my arms. I cradled her waist and pulled her up to me, and we kissed, her eyes glinting with the far-off neon and streetlights of New York City beneath us.

“I’m thinking that I’m going to miss this view,” she said.

“You don’t have to miss it just yet,” I said. “After all, you’re still going to need to find a new apartment.”

“I guess so,” she said thoughtfully. “And a job.”

“Well, when the restaurant’s rebuilt in November, I’ll be sure to give you a ring.”

“Actually, I was thinking that I’ve been working as a waitress for too long,” said Lola. “You were right that day in the coffee shop, the day we met again.”

“I don’t think I could have been more wrong,” I said.

“How so?”

“I thought that there was some reason you gave up singing. Some reason other than…” I looked back downstairs, thinking of our daughter, sleeping. “I had no idea.”

“I didn’t tell you.”

“You should have told me.”

“Let’s not have that one again,” said Lola. “You know I’m very proud of her. And she’s just like you. She’s clever, you know.”

“Is that right?” I said. “And she’s beautiful, too. Like you. She takes after her mother,” I added, and Lola smiled, and rested her head on my chest. I span her a little, in a slow, short dance.

“Maybe there is a way I can persuade you to look for somewhere close by.”

Lola snorted. “Not with these rents.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, when The Blue Orchid reopens, we’re looking for a manager.”

“What about Zeke?”

“Zeke’s doing something new,” I said. “He’s always wanted to. So I’m giving him a blank check and telling him to make it happen. We’re going fifty-fifty. We’ll be partners.”

“That’s good,” said Lola. “That’s real good.”

“Would you be interested at all?”

“What?” said Lola.

“In managing it,” I said.

“Alex, I can’t manage a restaurant,” I said.

“You managed the wine cellar pretty well.”

“But I’ve never managed a restaurant,” Lola spluttered.

“Well, of course, Zeke’s going to train you,” I said. “After all, I need someone I can trust.”

“And do you really trust me?” Lola looked guilty for a second. “After I turned you away?”

“I do,” I said. “You sent me away because I got you into this mess. And I did. But I want to help now. I’m no longer up for making messes. I’d rather clean them up.”

“Oh, Alex,” said Lola softly.

“Which brings me to my question,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. How do you feel about the current mess we’re in? Together?”

“Oh, don’t get me started,” said Lola. “What am I going to tell her?”

“The truth. Not all at once. But by bit.”

“The whole truth?”

“Nothing but?”

“What about—” Lola looked around, and whispered, “the marriage?”

“Well, I guess we need to decide what to do about that.”

“What can we do?”

I stepped back. “Close your eyes,” I said.

“Alex,” moaned Lola. “I’m tired.”

“Come on,” I said, and I grinned. I was getting used to smiling a lot more these days. “Just for a second.”

“Okay,” said Lola.

“Count to three. Then open. Okay?”

“Okay. One. Two. Three.”

Lola opened them.

I was down on one knee in front of her.

“Oh,” she said. And suddenly, even the wind seemed to go quiet on the penthouse rooftop.

“Lola Ryder,” I said. “I love you, and I think I’m always going to. No matter where you go, or what you do. Or what I do. So, would you do me the honor of divorcing me?”

Lola laughed a little. Then, her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. As she saw the diamond ring that was in my hand.

“I will,” she said, nodding.

“And will you do me,” I went on, “the much greater honor, of remarrying me?”

“Yes,” said Lola. “Yes,” she said, “yes, yes, yes,” and laughed, and I laughed too, and I leaped up and embraced her.

“But there’s someone else we need to ask,” she said.

“First thing tomorrow,” I said.

Lola held out her hand, and I practically growled with pleasure, as I slipped on the ring.

I kissed her while the stars and the wind and the city lights shone around us. It was a miracle to be somewhere so beautiful. But the miracle was that we were there to see it.