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“Ashton? Is that you?” she says into the darkness. “I swear that’s you.” Her voice fakes confidence, but the slight wobble betrays her. Even a grown woman would be scared in this place. “Ashton… I can smell your cologne. I know that’s you…”
As is his job, he’s silent, and she goes quiet, too, but before too long her feet shuffle along the floor. She’s being more careful now she already hit herself working her way through too fast. When she gets into my space, I whisper a line in a sinister voice I know will stand my sister’s hair on end.
“I want to play a game…” I hiss.
“Oh shit… I’m fucking…” I can’t see her clearly but I know this line from her all-time scariest movie,Saw,has her patting around for the exit frantically. “Fuck you, Dash… that oversteps the mark.”
I tighten my lips holding in amusement. She knows it’s me but she’ll never prove it.
All that bravado, with Molly. Jolie deserved it. Jolie escapes through the final door and joins Lily. The two of them whisper and share a giggle near the exit of the barn itself.
“Guys? Are you finished now?” Molly must have heard them, too, and she’s entered my tiny corner of the dark maze.
Her breathing is quiet but quick, and I can practically hear her pulse in the small space we share.
“Girls?” she calls out again, her voice wavering.
“Yeah, we’re done. We’ll wait,” Lily calls to her.
“Okay…” Molly whispers to herself, not knowing I’m inches away. “Almost done,” she says in an effort to self-soothe.
I know I’m supposed to give her one last hair-raising fright, but her fear ripples the air around me. It’s palatable and too real for my liking. She feels around just inches away from me, and I wonder if her hands will land on me while I silently wait, not wanting to freak her out any more than she already is.
She mumbles to herself, “How do I get out of here?” She releases a high-pitched sound, between a whine and a groan.
There is something seriously wrong with me. Like some sort of fucking pervert, I breathe the air in deeply, trying to capture a bit of her sweet perfume I exchanged for the smell of laundry at Bird’s Eye.
She senses me. Maybe feels my heavy breathing and snaps her head around in my direction. “Is somebody there?”
I put her out of her misery. “It’s me.”
“Dash?” Her voice trembles.
“Yeah. You okay?”
She lets out the breath she’s been holding since she realized I was behind her. “I’m fine. I hate this shit, though, not gonna lie.”
“I got you, Sunshine. You need to just spin around one-eighty. Behind you is a door. Find the knob. It’s right behind you.”
“Okay…”
She turns, and my night vision barely makes out her hands patting along the door.
“I can’t…”
She’s so scared her hands are in panic mode, and I’m not sure she even made sense of my instructions.
I reach around her. The space is small, that’s what I tell myself when my hips meet her peachy ass. I do it to feel around in front of her, of course. But my reasoning doesn’t stop my manly reaction. Instantly, my dick fills with wanting, a need to press into her more forcefully, to rub the ache that’s building in my jeans. Never has something so goddamn inappropriate felt so fucking good.
This is wrong. Really, really wrong. Molly works for me. She trusts me as her boss, she’s scared shitless right now, and all I want to do is reach both hands around her front and take those tits into my palms, play with her nipples between my fingers, then tear down her jeans and panties and force my throbbing cock deep inside her.
Her hair smells fucking gorgeous, nearly touching my nose. What I wouldn’t give to wrap my fingers around her throat, tip up her chin, and take her from behind.
She adjusts herself; I swear she eases her body back into me.
“Thanks…” she whispers.
I know whereabouts the knob is because every time the door opens, the faint exit sign illuminates it. But I take my time, feeling around the doorjamb, and let my cheek brush against the top of her head. Her silky hair stimulates my skin with impossible lust.
