Page 194 of Fighting the Forbidden

I toss the covers back, make a quick stop in the bathroom, then stumble into the kitchen. My sleepy brain slowly processes the scene in front of me. Molly’s curvy body swallowed whole in one of my T-shirts. A gadget I don’t recognize on my counter that she’s pouring batter onto. Bowls of fruit, a carton of eggs, and a box of waffle mix lined up next to where she’s working.

Molly twitches her hips in time to the music as she sprinkles blueberries onto the batter, then closes the waffle maker. A red light glows on the front, and it lets off a quick muted beep.

If this is a dream, I’d rather not wake up, but I have to ask, “Where did you find waffle supplies in my kitchen?”

Molly jumps and turns. Then the smile that sets my whole body on fire slowly spreads over her face.

“I brought them over last time I was here.” She laughs and points to the mint-green waffle maker. Steam pours out of the sides, and batter drips over the edge. “How’d you miss it?”

“Must’ve been too happy you were at my place to notice anything else.”

“Well, I knew you’d have plenty of eggs?—”

I return her grin. “Eggs are nature’s?—”

“Perfect protein.” She flicks her gaze to the ceiling, a teasing smile playing over her lips. “You and Remy with your eggs.”

“Hey, it’s a cheap meal.” The total from my last grocery bill flashes in front of my eyes. “Or at least it used to be.”

“Well, I brought vanilla and cinnamon last time.” She points to one of the cabinets. “And left them up there.”

“I never noticed.” I sniff the air. “Is that why it smells so good in here?”

“Yes.”

I glance at the washer/dryer combo in the corner of my kitchen. It rocks slightly and hums in a steady rhythm. “You did laundry too?”

“No choice. Our stuff was still wet and kinda smelly from sitting in the dryer all night.” She tugs the shirt away from her body. “I had a waffle maker stashed here, but no clothes.”

My lips curve up. “Fine by me.” I rest my hands on her hips and pull her closer. “You look good in my shirt, Muffin.”

“Mmm.” She sighs and leans back against me.

I kiss the top of her head. “You can leave clothes or whatever you need here, though.” Better yet, she could move in with me. Or we could get a nicer place together.

No. I can’t ask her to move in then take off for two months and leave her by herself in a new place. That’d be a dick move, for sure.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Molly asks.

“Nope.”

Why couldn’t this show have approached me last year? I finally have my girl. How am I supposed to leave her for two months? It’s not just the physical separation I’m dreading. Only being able to talk to Molly once a week and having our phone calls monitored—it’s going to be brutal.

Stop it. I can’t let worries ruin the time we have left.

I tighten my arms around her. “How do you feel after last night?”

She turns and loops her arms around my neck. A playful grin flickers over her lips. “How do you feel? Once I got the mechanics down, I rode you pretty hard.”

I choke on my laughter. That was unexpected. “Yeah, you did.” I lower my voice and kiss her cheek. “Loved every second.”

“Mmm.” She rubs on me like a kitten, then drops her hand to my cock. “What do we have here?”

“Morning wood. Can’t help it when I wake up and find my beautiful girlfriend making waffles in my kitchen.”

“This isn’t morning wood.” She curls her fingers around me through my shorts and squeezes. “It’s a morning maple tree.”

Good God, her low, throaty whisper is an even bigger turn-on than her hand on my cock.

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