Page 52 of Working for the Runaway Bride

“You sold your car.”

“I’d sell the garage if that’s what it took.”

Then I kiss her. Not with the desperate hunger from the garage. Not like a man stealing something that belongs to someone else. I kiss her slowly. Openly. With every promise I should have made the first time.

Her fingers curl into my shirt as she leans against me. I hold her face in both hands, tasting salt from her tears and the hope of a future I never believed I was allowed to have. When the kiss ends, she remains in my arms.

Nothing is fixed. But Molly is in my arms so everything in the world is right.

CHAPTER

NINE

MOLLY

The next night Grayson and I decide to meet some friends of mine at a bar to celebrate that I’m not actually leaving. A staying party, as opposed to a going away party. It’s nothing fancy—just a few friends from work at the bar with their significant others. I see Grayson standing on the other side of the room.

My heels click against the polished floor as I close the distance between us. I don’t touch him—not yet—but I let my body brush against his as I pass, just enough to leave the scent of my perfume in my wake. "Meet me in the back alley in five minutes. If you dare.”

I don’t look back. I don’t need to. The heat of his gaze follows me all the way to the restroom, where I freshen my lipstick, a dark, sinful red that matched the intentions swirling in my mind.

The alley is narrow, the air thick with the scent of rain-dampened pavement. I lean against the brick wall, one leg crossed over the other, my skirt riding up just enough to tease. Grayson appears at the mouth of the alley, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable in the dim glow of the streetlamp.

"Took you long enough," I murmur, though I’d only been waiting a minute.

"Had to make sure no one was watching," he said, stepping closer. The space between us crackles, charged with anticipation. "You’re bad, you know that?"

I laugh, a low, throaty sound. "You have no idea." I reach out, my fingers grazing the front of his slacks. He was already hard, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "Mmm. Eager, aren’t we?" I don’t wait for an answer. Instead, I grip him through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him hiss. "Tell me, Grayson. Do you like being told what to do?"

His breath hitches. "Fuck yes."

"Good." My voice drops to a whisper, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I speak. "Because tonight, you’re mine. And you’re going to do exactly what I say. Understood?"

Grayson groans, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Yes, ma’am.”

I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, my fingers still working the button of his slacks. "First, you’re going to kiss me. Not gentle. Not sweet. Like you’ve been starving for it." I don’t give him time to respond before my mouth crashes into his, my tongue sweeping past his lips in a claim so fierce it steals his breath. Grayson kisses me back just as hungrily, his hands finally giving in, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I moan into his mouth, my nails scraping down his chest before I push him back against the opposite wall.

"Hands on the brick," I order, my voice breathless but firm. Grayson obeys instantly, his palms flattening against the rough surface as I drop to my knees in front of him. I look up at him, my fingers deftly unzipping his pants. "Such a good boy," I purr, freeing his cock. It was thick, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I lick my lips. "Now, you’re going to watch me suck you off. And you’re not going to cum until I say so."

Grayson’s breath becomes ragged as I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, my thumb swiping over the slick tip. "Fuck, Molly⁠—"

"Shh." I cut him off with a slow, deliberate lick from root to tip, my tongue swirling around the crown before I take him into my mouth. Grayson’s hips jerk forward involuntarily, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. I hum around him, the vibration making his legs shake. I take him deep, my throat opening for him, my lips sealing around the base as I swallow around his length.

"Oh, fuck," Grayson groans, his fingers curling against the brick like he is fighting the urge to tangle them in my hair. I pull back with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my chin glistening. "You like that, don’t you?" I murmur, stroking him with one hand while the other cups his balls, rolling them gently. "You like being mine.”

"God, yes," he gasps.

I smirk. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."

I dip two fingers between my folds, gathering my arousal before circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Mmm, you want this, don’t you?" I tease, my voice thick with desire. "You want to bury that big cock inside me and fuck me until I scream?"

"Yes," he growls, his muscles tensed, his entire body trembling with restraint. He tries to reach out for me.

I bite my lip, my fingers moving faster, my breath hitching as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. "Not yet," I whisper, my free hand reaching out to wrap around his shaft again. "First, you’re going to tell me exactly how you’re going to fuck me." I stroke him in time with my own movements, my thumb swiping over the slick head of his cock. "I want to hear it. Every. Dirty. Detail."

Grayson’s jaw clenches, his voice rough with need. "I’m going to flip you around, bend you over, and slap that perfect ass until it’s red. Then I’m going to spread you open and lick your pussy until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging me to fuck you." His words come faster, more desperate. "And when you can’t take it anymore, when you’re dripping and trembling, I’m going to shove my cock inside you so hard you’ll feel me for days. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, until your legs give out, until you come all over my cock because I own that pussy and I’ll take it whenever I damn please.”

My fingers still, my breath catching in my throat. "God," I whisper, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled. "That’s exactly what I wanted to hear." I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, my eyes never leaving his. "Now, you’re going to do everything you just promised."