“My Molly.” I smile. “Ready now?”
She squirms, then lets out a gasp as she feels the hard length of my dick still inside her. “Yes,” she whispers, then lays her hands on my cheeks tenderly and kisses me.
That’s all it takes. I pound into her hard and fast until she hits another peak with a soft cry, and a monstrous orgasm barrels through me. She cradles me between her thighs, her arms around my neck. Groaning, I hold her tightly, like she’s the greatest treasure of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Molly
When I walk into Get Jacked on Monday, several trainers give me weird sideways glances. I surreptitiously check my clothes, but don’t seem to have spilled anything. Skirt’s not tucked into my underwear by mistake. Nothing on my teeth either, since I brushed my teeth after breakfast. Plus, I didn’t give them a toothy smile, so they wouldn’t be able to see anything even if I had something stuck between my teeth.
Well, whatever.Right now, I feel too good to be bothered by some odd looks. Spending the weekend in bed with Nicholas was ah-may-zing. Romance novel sex isn’t just possible, but can be had forhours on endwith the right man.
On top of that, he said we aren’t fake-dating! I feel like I just won the lottery of life.
“What did you do? Jack’s in a really bad mood,” Petra says. Young, toned and with perfect platinum hair, she’s one of our most popular female trainers. Every woman wants to look like her, and men want to train with her simply to spend time in her presence.
I give her a look. “I literallyjustwalked in.”
“Come on, Molly. It’s got something to do with you.”
“Kinda hard to see how. All I’ve done is arrive.”
Plus, the man’s too oblivious to let anybody influence his emotional state. If he were more observant, he wouldn’t try to touch me all the time or stare at my boobs like they hold the answers to the existential questions of the universe.
“Oh,thereshe is! Ms. L.A. Bachelorette,” comes Jack’s voice. I’ve never heard him so sarcastic and rude before. He’s more the I’m-playfully-gross type.
I swallow a sigh. Is he upset about losing out to Nicholas? “It was all for a good cause,” I say with the fake smile I reserve just for him.
“Was it? You disappeared with the winner as soon as the auction ended. What could’ve been so urgent and important?” All he has to do is point a finger to complete the accusatory scene. Maybe I’ll offer to introduce him to Ted Lasker as soon as I find a new job. Jack can have a long, storied career as an asshole in movies.
“He and I had things to do,” I say.
“Like?”
“What I do with my boyfriend is none of your business.”
He shakes his head. “You know, a guy like him isn’t going to stick around.”
Ishevolunteering to stick around? If so, my response is an instantno thank you. “We can agree to disagree.” I give him another insincere smile, then take a wide berth around him to get to my office. After locking the door to be doubly secure, I start my computer.
Ihaveto find a new job!
After putting out some fires over a few thousand dollars nobody can seem to account for, I send out more résumés.Please, oh please.
A couple of knocks come from the door. I swivel around warily. It better not be Jack. “Yes?”
“It’s me,” says Petra. “Flowers came for you.”
I unlock the door. She thrusts a huge flower basket full of purple and white tropical orchids through it, and I end up hugging them. They’re gorgeous and smell like heaven.
“Somebody loves you.” She leans forward. “Is it true Jack asked you out on your birthday, and you turned him down?”
“No. Who told you that?”
“James. He just came in.”
“And where did he hear it?”
