Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
The other Littles looked expectantly at their Daddies. One by one, they promised, and the chain dwindled until only Ivy remained. Steele walked over to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder.
As she squealed in surprise, Steele spanked her bottom to get her attention before announcing, “I need more convincing.”
Everyone hooted and cheered as he carried his Little toward his apartment. The amusement increased when Ivy reached down to deliberately squeeze one of his muscular buns.
Faust followed them down the hall, passing the couple as they walked through their door. He controlled his expression at their playful conversation until he’d reached his apartment. Grinning as he placed the bowl in his fridge with the spoon carefully balanced on top, Faust decided he’d smiled more in the two days he’d known Molly than he’d ever done in his life.
On his way back to work, he stopped to lock his apartment door for the first time since he’d moved in. Those fuckers would go eat his banana pudding. He didn’t want to waste time he could spend with Molly beating their asses.
The revelry had resumed in the main room. The Littles were playing a board game at one of the large tables. The guys were scattered in groups around with some clustered at the bar. Faust didn’t allow himself to join them. He headed for the door that would take him back to the shop.
“Need help, Faust?” Blade called.
“I’ve got this.” Faust answered. He always worked better by himself anyway. A picture of Molly’s sweet face popped into his mind. Maybe alone didn’t appeal as much.
Chapter
Six
Molly rubbed her eyes before trying to force them open. If only that alarm clock hadn’t rung. She was having the best dream about a tall, tattooed biker.
Finally, she rolled over to turn off the incessant ringing of the alarm. Swinging her legs out of the covers, she pushed herself to sit up. Her gaze landed on the cracked open drawer of her nightstand. She pushed it totally closed, hiding the pink vibrator she’d ordered by mail.
She’d wanted one forever but was too chicken to walk into the adult store in town. Thank goodness she’d noticed the small check box that offered discreet packaging. If they’d just slapped a label on the box, her mailman would have looked at her funny forever.
Dashing into the restroom, she started getting ready for work. In a short time, she stood in her kitchen debating if she wanted one cup of coffee or if she should make a pot. Limiting herself to one, she grabbed one of the bananas that hadn’t made it into the pudding.
In just a few minutes, she finished her coffee as she stood, checking through her email. Clearing out her mailbox, Molly left a few to check out later. After rinsing her cup, she grabbed her purse and a box of crackers. Taking the pudding to Faust had wiped out the time when she prepared her lunch. Crackers would give her something to munch on. Besides, she was going to dinner with Faust—that was a treat.
Molly dashed into her closet to grab shoes to match the dress she wore. She lingered for just a minute, scanning her clothes hoping for something exciting to wear on her date. Everything she had screamed church secretary. Giving up, she stepped into a pair of sandals and headed for the door.
The trip to the church was quick and Molly pulled into the parking spot she usually took. Once inside, Molly navigated to the office and automatically moved through her morning routine. When she sat down at her desk, she saw the message light blinking once again. Crossing her fingers that everything was okay, she hit the play button. Fortunately, they were all simple to resolve.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Molly sat back in her chair and started working on the letters Minister Steve had requested. She greeted the two men as they entered at different times. The day seemed so normal compared to yesterday. She found herself wishing for a little excitement and pushed that desire away. It was better to have boring normalcy in the office.
I’ll get my excitement later.
She squirmed a bit on her chair, thinking about the tall, muscular biker. He was so totally different from anyone she knew. Was she dating him only because he was a bad boy? For the excitement?
“I see something in him no one else does.”
“Your biker?” Minister Steve said as he walked toward her desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Mentally, she struck herself on the forehead.
“Molly, you get to decide who your friends are. I’m going to put one thought into your mind as an old man who’s worked with a lot of people. Others will judge you by the company you keep.”
“Amen.” Lester O’Brien’s voice carried down the hall, confirming Molly’s suspicion that he could hear everything said in the main office area.