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)
“Don’t be silly. I can’t just move in with you.”
“Of course you can.”
She stared at him. “We haven’t even…”
“That’s not a requirement.”
“But everyone will assume,” Molly pointed out.
“I’m okay with that.”
“What?” Molly propped her hands on her hips and looked at him with an expression Faust could only describe as peeved.
“No one needs to know what goes on between the two of us,” Faust told her. “They will have no idea that I’m stripping off your clothes in exactly thirty seconds and pinning you against that door to fill you with my cock.”
He stroked a hand over his rapidly stiffening cock. He’d had a semi-hardon all day. Just the thought of Molly made him lose track of everything he was doing.
“You’re going to what?”
“Take off your panties, Pixie.”
“Here?” She stared at him. He loved the flush that started rising up from her modest dress’s neckline.
“Now.”
With an “eep!” she reached under her dress and tugged down her panties. Stepping out of them, she picked up the scrap of fabric and looked around as if wondering what to do with them.
Faust held his hand out. “Mine.”
He watched her swallow hard and walk forward. She folded them nicely before placing them in his hand. Faust lifted the material to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened.
Lowering the lacey garment, he tucked it in his pocket. “Now the dress, Molly.”
She tangled her fingers in the material and tugged it slightly upward, revealing her calves before freezing. “You want me to take it off?”
“Unless you want me to tear it off you, Little girl.”
Molly shook her head and lifted the garment a bit higher. “I’m not very good at this.”
“You have been with the wrong guys, Molly. You’re going to be very good at riding my cock.”
“I’ve only done it once. He wasn’t very impressed,” she whispered.
“Then he’s a dumb fuck and a loser as a lover.”
Faust walked forward and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it away. He stroked her, loving every dip, curve, and straight line of her body. How could anyone make love to this sweet woman and walk away? That thought rocked him. He’d never gone into a relationship looking for something long-term. Now, he knew he’d never accept anything else.
“Molly. Look at me.”
Her gaze focused on his and he could tell she expected something entirely different to come out of his mouth. Her shoulders sagged inward as if she were hiding herself from him.
“You’re mine, Little girl. After this, I’m never letting you go.”
Surprise spread over her face and the corners of her mouth tilted up before she visibly forced herself to guard against being hurt. “Maybe you should have sex with me before shackling yourself to me for a long time.”
“I should wash your mouth out with soap for being so negative about yourself. Who knows, maybe I’m a horrible lover and you’ll want to get away from me?”
Her spontaneous giggles broke the growing tension. Thank goodness.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, Little girl. I think I promised sex against that door.”
He watched her gaze dart past him to look at the wooden barrier. Faust reached over his head and dragged off his T-shirt. Tossing it away, he unfastened his jeans, providing room for his burgeoning cock. After pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, he smoothed over her shoulders and eased the straps of her bra down her arms. Faust leaned down to kiss her, loving the way she rose onto her tiptoes to meet his lips.
Passion flared between them as their tongues tangled and teased each other. Faust ripped his mouth from hers to taste her skin, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and over one shoulder. Unfastening her sensible bra, he eased it off. He stroked his thumbs over the sides of her small breasts as he looked over her body.
“Damn, Pixie.”
“Your muscles have muscles,” she blurted, tracing her fingers over his chest and abdomen. When she dared follow the line of hair disappearing into the waistband of his boxer briefs, she froze when her fingers brushed something else.
“It can’t be that long,” she told him, leaning back to check him out.
“You are going to kill me, Pixie.” Faust knew the minute he freed his shaft he’d fight himself to stay out of her. “Talk first. I’ve been tested and I’ll wear a condom. Are you on birth control?”
She shook her head. “I did go get tested at one of those free clinics and I was okay.”
“We’ll go to a doctor together to get birth control for you tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to go with me,” she blurted and turned a delightful shade of pink.
“I care about your health, Pixie. We’ll go together. I won’t go back in the exam room with you unless you decide you want me there.”
“Okay,” she whispered.