Page 44 of Strip Search

“Yeah Mol, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Cole, I...I can’t get pregnant.” A single tear rolls down her cheek.

“Shit. Molly, I’m so sorry baby.” That was not the confession I was expecting.

“I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve got one bum ovary that never works right, and I’m on birth control to supplement the lack of hormones from losing the other ovary thanks to endometriosis and a really high cancer risk. There was months of genetic testing and a whole lot of hard decisions that I had to make back then. That was my sabbatical.”

“Fuck. I had no idea, here I dreamt up some wild story of you on the beach in a bikini with a bunch of friends.”

She gives me a meek grin. “Nope, I spent my time recovering from surgery. The guy I was with at the time, broke up with me shortly after that. He couldn’t handle the thought that I’d never be able to give him a biological child. The asshole never even took a chance to do the research. I have options. I harvested my own eggs in case somewhere down the line I met someone, and we wanted to go that route. I accepted my fate. He couldn’t.”

“That guy never deserved you. Molly, I could care less about your ability to have children. You, your health and having you in my life is what matters to me. The rest is an added bonus.” I mean every word that is coming out of my mouth. Loving Molly may not be the easiest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s damn sure the best thing.

Molly wraps her arms around my neck. “I might just be in love with you, Cole Davenport.”

“Good damn thing, because I know I’m in love with you, baby.”

“Sorry for killing the mood.” Molly sobers once more.

Tilting my hips upward, my length presses against her. “Does that feel like you’ve killed the mood?”

“Only you.” She smiles at me and shifts her body so that she’s straddling my hips. “I think you need to take this shirt off.”

“Do I?” I look down at the teal button-down shirt I wore today, expecting to watch Molly’s fingers unbutton it.

“Mmhm. I think, maybe, I want to watch you undress.”

“You’re not getting a strip tease from me,” I tell her as I fumble with the damn buttons, cursing the fact that this was the only shirt I had at the office to wear.

“That’s a shame.” She slides off my lap and saunters over to my bed. Propping herself in the middle, against my pillows, she runs a hand down her torso and slips her own fingers between her legs. “I really wanted to watch and see what you were made of.”

“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her as I stand quickly and tear the clothing from my body. Forget finesse and taking it slow. If she’s going to handle it this way, then I’ll give her exactly what she wants.

She closes her eyes and lets out a moan, spreading her legs wider so I can see exactly what she’s doing to herself as I move onto the foot of the bed.

“I wanted to take this slow,” I tell her as I run my hands up her legs. “You’re testing my restraint here.”

“Mmm,” she sighs and moves her fingers faster. “We have a lifetime to take things slow.”

“Goddamn Molly, you’re so fucking hot.” I’ve got to squeeze myself to keep from blowing all over her just from watching her pleasure herself.

“You like watching me?”

Kissing up her body to her lips, I grumble, “Oh, I love watching you, but I love fucking your pussy more.”

“What are you waiting for?” she challenges.

Leaning back, I run my cock along her slit before nudging myself at her entrance. “You want this?”

“Cole,” she groans.

Looking down at the sight of my cock nestled between her legs while she plays with her clit makes my cock grow even harder as I slid inside her. “So. Damn. Tight.”

I have to pause once she’s taken all of me if not this is going to end way too soon. “Lean up,” I encourage her. Taking her hand away draws a frustrated groan from her lips as I drag her bra down her arms, exposing her gorgeous tits. With her bra out of the way, I pin her arms above her head and pay attention to the tiny pink buds, begging to be sucked on.

With each nip and tug, Molly wiggles beneath me, until I begin to slowly roll my hips. “Cole,” my name tumbles breathlessly from her lips. “More, please.”

Happy to comply with her request, I move her legs up on to my shoulders and lean down, quickening my pace.

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