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It takes a lot for me not to level a quick stiff punch to his jaws and knock him out.
I look at Molly, my woman with her messy auburn hair, and I let the relief wash through me.
She smiles at me, nodding with determinations in her eyes.
She knows that if we can get through this, we can get through anything.
I take out my cellphone and call Cillian.
“Motherfuckers used a secret service hatch,” I growl when he answers. “Get up here. Juan has kidnapped the building manager so we need to collect him.”
“Fucking shit show. You good, boss?”
I drink in the sight of Molly’s quirked smile, as the panic leaves her and calm washes over.
“Yeah, I’m fucking great, believe it or not.”
Chapter Nineteen
Molly
“I think we have to tell him,” I say.
I stand at the window to his office, looking over the city under the dark sky, millions of lives stacked into tall gray towers turned iron-blue with the moonlight, the same shade as my man’s hair, as though Murphy’s essence is spreading through the city, steel, hard, capable, mine.
We’ve spent the last several hours sorting out the logistics, Murphy talking rapidly into his phone as I make us coffees and try not to lose my mind with nervousness.
And now it’s over.
Juan is in Federal custody and the Cartel has agreed to leave, at least for the time being.
But it’s not really over. It hasn’t even started, not where Dad is concerned.
I feel Murphy walk up behind me, though he moves like a jaguar slinking through the underbrush, with surprising softness and fluidity for a man of his gigantic size. I wonder if that will ever stop exciting me about him and I know it won’t, it can’t.
“Why now, when you didn’t want to tell him before?” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close, his taut body pressed solidly against my back, his forearms across my middle.
I sink against him, trying to ignore the tingling at the very tip of my clit, a tiny sizzling spot that flourishes and spreads across my center and then up and down my lips, circling my hole, making me wet and overexcited.
“Because we could’ve died,” I whisper, blinking back tears.
The shock moves through me. It has ever since it happened, with the visceral reality of violence brought home to me with stunning force.
I felt scared to even move because then I somehow might get in the way of Murphy’s uncaged anger, his rage making his whole body pulse, tense, harder than usual. I thought he was going to crush Juan’s whole head in his powerful paw.
“And then it would be ‘Murphy Moran and driver murdered in his apartment in the newspapers, instead of the truth. Nobody knows what we mean to each other. And we can’t let anyone else know before we tell Dad, so… we have to tell him.”
He places his chin on my head, letting out a contented sigh, even as uncertainty wavers through us.
“I agree,” he says. “We’ll tell him in the morning. But for now, just lie down with me, Molly. Let me hold you. You’re my woman, and I need to fucking feel you against me.”
“Murphy…”
“Not that,” he growls. “I just want to hold you.”
I want to do more than being held, but I don’t think I can, not tonight when we’re telling Dad in a few hours.
Will I ever be ready?
Will he get tired of me?
I force the questions down, but they spin and spin through me relentlessly.
I lie against Murphy, even as the morning sunlight glows against my closed eyelids. We fell asleep on his couch in his office, and right now it feels like my world is made of a big snuggly marshmallow, and I don’t want to move. I wriggle closer to him, feeling his stiffness against my back, even as he breathes sleepily in my ear.
I shift so my ass rubs up and down him, biting my lip as a moan tries to escape, wondering if he’ll wake up and be angry. I stop, my pussy feeling like it’s on fire, like all the sunlight spilling into the windows is filling me up with its heat and energy.
I shift faster, bucking against his stiff manhood, not giving myself time to think.
I don’t know what’s coming over me. It just feels so freaking perfect, so hard and massive and powerful and thick through my pants.
His hands glide up to my hips and he pulls me down, letting out a snarl now.
“You horny thing,” he growls, pumping his stiff manhood against my ass.
I let out a high-pitched moan and then clamp my hand over my mouth.
He leans forward, staring down at me with his jaw glittering silver in the sunlight, with his intense eyes searing into me and holding me in place. “Why did you cover your mouth?”
