Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“You think?”
She nodded, her smile still as wide as ever. “I really do. I mean, you can’t really go wrong with cheese, right? But good cheese is a different thing altogether. Rich and creamy, but those subtle flavors make them unforgettable, like something that becomes your favorite and you always have a wheel or a wedge in the fridge. Does that make sense?”
It made perfect sense, and I just stared at her because she got it. Somehow this woman I barely knew understood what I’d been going for with this venture.
“What? Is that ridiculous?” She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I just mean that—”
“No, Molly, it’s not ridiculous. You explained it just right. Better than I could have.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded and smiled. “Hell yeah.”
“Thank you for sharing these with me. That was really sweet and thoughtful.” That soft smile was like a karate kick straight to the chest. How could one woman be so sweet and so forgiving to an asshole like me?
“It was my pleasure.”
With a soft smile, she reached for another slice of cheese; this time, she added it to one of the sandwiches and let out another round of erotic groans with each bite. She enjoyed the process of eating more than anyone I’d ever met, and I, in turn, loved watching her enjoy it.
“I don’t have a problem with your body.” The words tumbled from my mouth before I could think better of revealing the truth to Molly, but she deserved it.
She shook her head. “It’s all right, Colton. I know who I am and what I look like, and I’m okay with it.”
“No, Molly, I’m serious. I, um,” I started and stopped, pinching the bridge of my nose because I wasn’t the man who opened up and talked about his feelings. Why did I need to talk about it when there was nothing that could be done about them? “I think you have a beautiful body.”
She snorted. “Yeah, sure you do.”
“I’m serious. You have the kind of curves that belong in an old Hollywood movie, and the truth is, I think you’re a knockout.”
“Colton,” she growled. “I don’t need you to go this far. I accept your apology, but only if you were apologizing for how you spoke to me. I don’t need you to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying, dammit!” I shook my head, inhaling deeply because she wouldn’t believe me if I didn’t lay it all out. “I looked out the window and saw you with your round ass in the air, and my cock hardened. Instantly. Every move made me harder and harder, and all I wanted was to come over there, grip your hips as I slid into your wet pussy, and fuck you until you screamed my name.” I risked a look at Molly, who had wide, disbelieving eyes and a mouth opened in a shocked ‘o.’ “So you see why I reacted the way I did.”
She blinked and then shook her head. “Because you don’t want to want to do those things to me?”
“Hell no, I want it more than I want my next fucking breath. I was pissed because I’m twice your age and I’m your boss.”
“But if you weren’t my boss, you would… you would want me that way?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “You’re killin’ me, Molly.” My cock strained against my zipper, and we were just talking about it. “I want you that way, period. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
Molly stared at me, and then she stood abruptly, putting away the leftover sandwiches and clearing the table in total silence. She was pissed off; I felt it vibrating off her body. I saw it in the way she snatched the plates from the table and shoved them into the dishwasher, the tense set of her jaw.
I’d fucked up, and all I could hope for, because having her was clearly off the table, was that she wouldn’t quit on me and Hunter. My gaze followed her around the kitchen and out, but then she stopped and turned to look at me over her shoulder. “I shouldn’t want you either, Colton. But I do.”
And then she was gone to check on Hunter, and I glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing I needed to get back out to meet Wyatt, which meant I didn’t have time to make her repeat her words. Didn’t have time to sample her sweet and sassy mouth.
I just plain didn’t have time to act on it, but my cock didn’t care. He was hard and aching and thinking about Molly for the rest of the day.
Chapter 9
Molly
Was there anything better than getting lost in an exciting romance novel? To my mind, no. Curling up in the plush bed provided by Colton while I lost myself in the world of two lovers reunited after a decade apart was just the thing I needed after a long day exploring the world through the eyes of a precocious five-year-old boy, not to mention the weirdness that happened with his father during lunch.