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His hands scoop underneath the fabric, and travel back up my legs on, and oh my God, his hands on my bare skin has me nearly ready to explode, and I am so glad that I shaved this morning. His hands are big and wrap around my legs in a commanding way. I love the way he takes control, knows what he wants, and I am happily letting him take it.
“God, baby, you are beautiful,” he whispers in between kissing my neck. I moan in response, not wanting to break this feeling with any words of my own. His hands reach my panties and he rubs my center with his fingers, the cotton material the only thing standing in his way.
“You’re so wet for me, baby, so beautiful and wet.” My back arches at his touch. This is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me, and I don’t want him to stop. Pushing my body against his gives him the encouragement he needs to keep going and take more.
His mouth moves lower, and with one hand he pulls the neckline of my dress to the side as his mouth captures my nipple through my bra. He sucks and nips at the same time his other hand pushes my underwear to the side and his fingers rub across my wet entrance.
“Fuck, Molly, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, taking my already quivering body farther to the edge.
The feeling of his hands and mouth on me have me panting and moaning, and dear God, I don’t want him to stop. Our hearts are pounding, in rhythm with each other’s, both of us hot, me flushed with need, him not stopping, wanting more of me each second.
“Stephen,” I whisper out in pleasure, willing him to keep going.
“Fuck, baby, I like the way you say my name like that.”
He slips his fingers inside me, and I whimper, his lips now finding mine. I bite his bottom one a little as he slips in his tongue to devour me again. Moving his hand, the friction I feel is immediate as my hips grind against his hand chasing the orgasm I feel building in my body.
“Oh God, Stephen,” I groan out again as he sucks my nipple, and I grip onto his shoulders, my body is all his as I explode around his fingers, my release intense, amazing and totally unforgettable. As I take a few deep breaths and come back to reality, I feel relaxed. It has never felt like that before.
As I come down from my high, his kisses are tender and full of promise of more, although I don’t think I can ever look at the kitchen table in the same way again. I am lost in thought until I hear a noise outside, which Stephen doesn’t appear to notice. Maybe it is nothing, I think to myself.
His head falls onto the curve of my neck, and I run my hands through his hair and up and down his back, before I hear the noise again and we pull away from each other, startled. Stephen adjusts my dress, covering my quivering legs, then readjusts my underwear so I’m all put back together before he goes to take a look out the window.
Seeing nothing, we both walk through the house, checking rooms and ensuring the windows are locked. Stephen then takes a quick look outside. Finding nothing, he comes back inside and closes the door and we both stand in the hallway.
“I don’t know if you should stay here alone tonight,” he says, his voice full of concern.
“Oh, I will be fine, I have been here all my life and never once have we had any trouble. The noise was probably just the neighbor’s dog, he always gets into mischief.” Which is true, he does. But I also know he sleeps a lot, and the noise tonight was unlikely caused by him. But I don’t want Stephen to worry, he has so much going on already, and to be honest, I am not too concerned.
He looks at me intensely, I know he isn’t happy, but I am not budging. “I don’t want you to be here by yourself, Molly.” Our foreheads meet and we stand there leaning in, our bodies touching, totally enamored with each other, sharing a sacred space. His phone rings, breaking our love bubble.
“It’s okay, you should answer it,” I whisper, giving him the encouragement I know he needs.
Stephen fishes his phone out of his suit jacket. “What?” he demands, clearly not happy at the interruption.
“On my way,” are the only words spoken before he ends the call and kisses me again.
His phone rings again, and this time I laugh, our tender moment is broken, but his phone is seriously ridiculous right now. This must be his usual workday antics, and it is weird to think his work is just getting started as I begin to wind down from mine.
My laugh brings a smile to his face, and he looks at me. “I’ve got to go, angel. Are you sure you are okay?”
I nod, and just like last night, he adjusts himself in his pants, his release now something to happen at a later time and fixes his suit. I pat down his lapels, ensuring he looks uncrumpled and wrinkle-free and walk him to the door. Kissing once more to cement the fact that he owns me, he turns. “See you tomorrow, angel.” Then he gives me his trademark smile and a wink. I watch him go. My body and heart are aching for him as I lock the door and turn back to the kitchen to begin cleaning up from dinner.
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17
STEPHEN
Driving to the club, I can still smell Molly on my body. The way she reacted to even the smallest of my touches is driving me crazy. Fuck, I want her. The more time I spend with her, the more I want her.
I am worried about her now, though. I am not happy that she is staying by herself, but she is independent, and I want to be careful not to overstep and push her away. If only work wasn’t so hectic right now, I would have ignored my phone and stayed with her and taken her over and over again, exactly the way I wanted to. But she deserves better than the kitchen table, I just couldn't help myself.
I think about wrapping my hand in her hair and making her mine. I lick my lips, remembering the taste of her and knowing that she is it. She is everything. I know that she could do a hundred times better than me, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. She is mine.
I adjust myself for the second time, not tonight my friend, not tonight, I say silently.
My car pulls up and I go into the club. I greet each team member as I walk through to my office. On the way, I check in with Jake who is sitting in the security office downstairs. Talking on the phone, he waves and motions to meet him in my office in ten minutes. Something is happening, I can feel it in the air. I speak to the door team, trying to ascertain if John has made an appearance tonight but he is not registered, and no one has seen him.
