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I gasp when it passes, my cock wilting inside of her, at the same time her orgasm comes to an end.
I roll aside and she props herself up on her elbows, her smile unsure, her hair wild around her face.
“What?” I smirk at her.
“Well?” she asks.
I chuckle, loving the answering smile it provokes in my woman. “Well, what?”
“Aren’t you going to tell me how I did?”
I sigh, reaching over and taming some of her wild sex-messy hair with my hand. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and the sex was fucking amazing. Give me a minute and I’m going to take you again.”
“Wait,” she murmurs, even as shivers of lust move through her. “I don’t know, not until…”
But then I slide my hand up her trapped thigh and between her legs, and she starts to grind her needy hips so her pussy rubs up and down my hand.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Just one more time…”
Chapter Twenty-One
Molly
I sit in Murphy’s private study, a secret area not marked in the blueprints. It’s cozy in here with the small clouded window letting in hazy light, with old paperbacks lining the shelves. We sit on the couch in the corner, and even after showering and changing into new clothes – brought by Murphy’s men – I still feel him between my thighs.
We had sex twice more after the first, and now my body feels raw, hot, and yet content in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“Do you think he’ll be here soon?” I murmur.
Murphy reaches over and places his hand on mine, squeezing it supportively. “Yes,” he says, his voice husky. “And he will grant us his blessing.”
I glance at him, his face clean shaven now, his wolfish blue eyes glinting. He looks certain, as though nothing could ever shake his doubt in it working out between us… but no, that’s not what’s at stake.
Murphy is my everything.
I feel his babies in my belly, calling to me, excited to meet us and change our lives.
This is about keeping Dad in my life, praying he doesn’t hate me for what we did.
“I hope so,” I whisper, as tears try to prick my eyes.
The craziness of the attack and the intimacy of the sex came so close together, and now the emotions are getting jumbled up inside of me, so I don’t know whether to latch onto the warmth of him taking my virginity or the ice-cold of what Juan and his men did.
Or I can grasp onto the acid uncertainty of Dad’s reaction.
Look at all my freaking options.
Yay me.
I laugh drily, and I feel Murphy glance at me. “What’s funny?”
“I’m just thinking about what a crazy couple of days it’s been.”
He chuckles gruffly, nodding. “Yeah, Mols, you could say that.”
“Mols?” My cheeks bloom red, my heart thudding excitedly in my chest. “You’ve never called me that before.”
He shrugs. “It just came out.”
“I like it,” I tell him quickly. “But I’m not calling you Murph. I prefer Murphy.”
He laughs. “Look who’s getting all bossy now, eh? Call me anything you want as long as you keep bouncing that ass like you were in my office. That was fucking magic.”
I roll my eyes at him, even as lust flutters through my body, trying to take control of me. “You’re insatiable.”
“Yes, I am—”
A buzzer cuts through the library and I leap away from the couch, my hands raised, and then shake my head and laugh at myself. Freaking hell, I need to calm down. For a crazy second, I thought the buzzer was a bomb, a bullet, something come to ruin what we’ve built.
Murphy reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear.
I move away, nodding at the door.
“We should let him in.”
Murphy strides across to the door, turning and nodding to me before he throws it open. Dad walks in with an unreadable expression on his face. He’s wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his hair neatly combed.
“Are you working today, Dad?” I ask.
He nods, his eyes flicking here and there like he can’t look at me. My heart drops.
“Yeah,” he says, running a hand up and down the back of his neck. “They said I could start as soon as I wanted, and I need to keep to it… you know? Keep to the path.”
“Henry, what’s wrong?” Murphy says, turning to him. “Something’s clearly bothering you, man.”
“It’s just…” He sighs, looking between us, and in that moment – as I catch my dad’s gaze – it hits me. He knows, even though he has no way of knowing. “What are your intentions with my daughter, Murph? Goddamn, that sounded even stranger in my head.”
“I don’t understand,” I whisper. “Dad… how do you know?”
“So it’s true?” Dad asks.
“Yes,” Murphy and I say at the same time, and I giggle reflexively even if it’s probably not the right time for laughter.
