Free What Lola Wants (London Dolls Book 1) by JoAnne Kenrick

be fine. Not so sure he’ll survive, but all’s fair in love and…obsession.”
    “See, this is why you make me feel better. You always know just what to say.”
    “And do, I hope.” He lay atop her, his feet wedged against the arm of the sofa, and nudged between her legs to slide into her warmth. Her skin rubbed against his, her moans brushing his ears, her sweet aroma of arousal seeping into his nostrils. It wouldn’t be long. His balls tightened, and his pulse raced thick and fast to his groin. He hurt with need to spurt his seed. To have her kiss him as he released, and to have her whisper that she loved him. Oh, how much he wanted that.
    Bucking and slithering beneath him, she cried out and her warmth fluttered over him.
    “Oh, Dennis,” she cried.
    Faster. Harder. He was so close.
    Cupping his face, she slowed his movement with her hips and guided him to a gentle rhythm of in and out while exploring his mouth with her velvet tongue.
    Slowly withdrawing then plunging back into her searing heat, he moaned.
    “Easy, baby. Nice and easy.” She wrapped her legs over his bum and pushed against him, the sudden movement triggering his explosion. Hard, fast droves of his liquid filled the condom, and the walls of her tunnel vibrated around his length.
    Had she come again?
    He glanced at her. Eyes closed, mouth rounded, breath erratic. Beautiful.
    “Hmm, delicious,” she whispered, squeezing her limbs to trap him atop her. He didn’t want to escape her toned-leg jail. Instead, he buried his head into her sweet-smelling hair and smiled, for he was a step closer to those three little words he had longed to hear from her lips since their impromptu kiss goodbye.
    A creak in the floorboards by the entrance drew his glare to the door.
    “The front door is ajar. Someone’s been here.” Eyes wide, she sat.
    “Don’t worry.” He eased her back with a kiss, resentful of the interruption. “I’ll go check it out.”
    “What if Al found a way in?”
    “Hey, it’s okay. I bet Jane walked in on us then sneaked out to give us private time when she saw what we were doing.”
    “You’re probably right,” she sighed. “But could you check anyway?”
    “Sure.” He climbed off her, disposed of the filled latex covering, and slipped into his pants before checking the hallway. “There’s no one here.” He locked the door then curled up with his Lola on the sofa. A warmth took hold. “Don’t you worry. I’d die to keep you from danger.”
    “Don’t do that. I’d miss you.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
    She’d slept wrapped in his arms in the guest bed she’d claimed as hers for a little while, and had the best night’s sleep until she woke around three o’clock with a sense of dread.
    Dennis had noted her fear and quickly spooned her, whispering calming words. Perhaps in his sleep, but she appreciated the sentiment and snuggled into him.
    Al may be possessive and greedy, but he wasn’t a total loony tune. He wouldn’t actually hurt her. And then she realized how wrong she was. Al would hurt her. He already had, on several occasions. Sure, it was usually with the intent to control, but he’d proven his aggressive nature.
    She talked about her concerns over morning coffee, and Dennis was not pleased.
    “Maybe I should call in sick today, stay here in case he shows up,” Dennis offered, clearing away the breakfast dishes.
    “Damn, I wish I hadn’t said anything now. I’ll be fine, Dennis. Jane’s not working today. We’ll do a girl’s day. We’ll stay in and catch up, okay?” she pleaded, hoping he wouldn’t miss his scheduled classes for her.
    “I’m only going at your insistence,” Dennis hissed. “You keep a phone with you at all times if you do go out, and stick together.”
    “Got it.” She kissed his cheek and joked, “Have a good day, dear.”
    He snorted and grabbed his briefcase. “You be sure to have my drink poured when I get home, and the house clean and tidy.”
    She winked.