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“Thanks for the ride.” She jumps out of my car. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She closes the door carefully and jogs over to her car. I watch her climb in and I’m tempted to follow her back to her apartment to make sure she gets inside safely. She’s got nobody else to watch over her as far as I can tell.

I wait until she pulls out of the lot and then follow behind. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. I slow to watch her get inside safely and then head home.

Her rose scent is trapped inside my car, playing with my senses and testing my resolve.

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I strip off as I walk through my bedroom, my bed calling to me, but I desperately need a shower. Turning on the water as hot as I can bear it, I step under the spray, hoping to release some of the tension that’s built in my body during the car ride home.

I think back to Molly’s lips skating lightly across mine accidentally and I close my eyes, picturing exactly how I’d like to take those pouty lips. My cock wakes at the thought of pressing my mouth against hers, teasing her lips apart, and taking the first swipe against her tongue with mine. I groan and my dick twitches as I imagine how soft and sweet she would be under my ministrations.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I give it a hard squeeze, followed by a quick tug. I picture Molly pressing her tits against my chest, rubbing her pelvis against my cock and my dick grows impossibly harder.

I’m going to have to deal with this.

I lather up some soap and grip myself firmly, using my other hand braced against the cold tile to hold myself up. The soap helps with the slide and pull of my dick, but I know this won’t feel half as good as if I were inside what I imagine would be a phenomenally tight pussy. I groan as I picture delicate pink lips separating to reveal her pulsing clit and inviting wet heat.

My hand picks up the pace, sliding up to my crown to finish with a squeeze and a tug, before sliding back to the base with a twist. My breaths come faster and my heart pounds in my chest. Squeezing my butt cheeks together, I thrust forward into my hand, building a rhythm.

Too fast, tingles begin to form at the base of my spine and my balls draw up tight to my body. I throw my head back under the warm stream and shoot my load against the tiled surface, grunting out my release. Cum coats the tile and slides down as I catch my breath. Closing my eyes tight, I shake my head, full of disappointment.

Fuck!

I just came to thoughts of my office assistant.

I’m in so much fucking trouble.

CHAPTER15

–molly–

Simone’s sittingin the welcome chairs to the side of the entry, chatting with a stunning brunette. As she notices me, her eyes light up and that welcoming smile of hers graces her face. She waves me over. “Molly, come and meet Veronica. She’s going to be staying with us tonight.”

I step toward the two women with a genuine smile. I love coming here. Simone and the ladies have made me feel incredibly welcome from the get-go.

I hold out my hand to Veronica. “Hi, Veronica. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Molly. My friends call me Mols.”

She warily slides her hand into mine and without making eye contact, she responds, “Hi. I prefer to be called Ronnie or Ron. If you don’t mind?”

“No problem. Ronnie suits you.”

She smiles at me and it’s beautiful, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which catch me by surprise. Her left eye is a gorgeous blue, while her right eye is chocolate brown. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with two different colored eyes.

The door opens, and a woman walks in with a toddler in tow. She looks completely fried. “If you don’t mind, I’ll leave you two ladies to get acquainted while I meet our new friend.”

We both nod at Simone and then I return my attention to Ronnie, who’s busy studying her boots. She’s dressed as most homeless women on the street do, as though she’s trying to blend in, so she becomes invisible. I’m not sure how successful she’d be with those eyes of hers. They would make her rather memorable.

“I’m quite new to this city and I don’t know my way around very well, but I love sitting by the beach and watching the sun go down. I used to live on the east coast and the sunsets were never as good,” I say conversationally as I sit next to her.

Ronnie snaps her head up to me. “Really. I never gave much thought to the difference between here and there. Whereabouts did you live?”

“I grew up in Portland, Maine.” Her eyebrows almost reach her hairline. “I decided to move here after I lost my family a few days before Christmas because this is where my mom grew up.” I swallow down the lump that forms every time my family crosses my mind, but I’ve always found if I share something personal, the women are more likely to share their story in return.

She swallows and looks back down at her boots. “I’m sorry for your loss. Were they good people?” The fact she even asks that question tells me a lot.

I nod, fighting the sting behind my eyes. “Yeah.” It comes out as a whisper, so I clear my throat. “Yeah, they were. The best.”

Ronnie offers me a sad smile. “Why is it that the good people leave us too early and the assholes are left here to make our lives miserable?”

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