Page 94 of The Last Autograph

With his hand moving toward her panties, Molly sighed softly as the ache for him intensified.

“I’ve imagined this moment for three whole weeks,” he whispered as his hand made contact. “Pictured you before me, your face flushed as you moaned my name.”

“Really?” she panted.

He leaned into her harder. “Yes, really. You gonna come for me,mon ange?”

Mon ange.While he’d used that endearment only a few times, the sound of it falling from his lips never failed to arouse her. Even though she still had no idea what it meant.

Eyes closed, Molly moved to his rhythm while outside in the real world, Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin’” played on the sound system. “Jake! Yes. There.”

He breathed into her neck, his lips hot and whispers commanding. “Where? Right here?” He stilled for a moment. “You have to be quiet. Can you do that?”

She opened her eyes. “Um…”

Jake’s mouth moved toward her cleavage, his lips warm on her skin. “You can and you will.”

What?Molly closed her eyes, the room spinning as she struggled to release her breath.

“That’s it… let go. I’ll catch you.”

“You promise?” she panted.

“I promise.”

And as Molly’s knees buckled, that’s exactly what he did. Wrapped his free arm around her and held on tight, his touch intensifying until she lost complete control.

A soft knock made them both start. “Molly? Are you in there?” Kristy’s voice came muffled through the door. “We’re leaving in a few minutes.”

Jake’s hand lowered to her butt as he leaned his forehead against hers and muttered, “No! Tell her I’ll see you home. I need you.”

Molly pulled back and looked over his shoulder. A photo of Mason and Niko smiled back at her from the computer screen saver.Shit!“Tell me that didn’t just happen,” she whispered.

That lazy smile. “I can’t do that,mon ange.”

With her heart still beating double-time, Molly retrieved her panties from around her ankles before combing her fingers through her hair. “I have to go. We shouldn’t even be in here. And I’m sorry, Chef. Guess that’s one nil to me.”

Jake chuckled. “Raincheck?”

She straightened her dress and fanned both hands in front of her cheeks to cool them down. “Maybe one moody Monday when we both have nothing else on.”

“I look forward to it.”

Feeling a little lightheaded, Molly slipped into the back seat of Kristy’s BMW, her coat wrapped tightly around her against the looming frost. And as they drove past the port and into her street, despite Kristy talking nonstop about the party, all she could think about was Jake.

After saying goodbye at the curb, Molly strolled to her front door, thankful Kristy hadn’t asked any questions about her relationship with Chef Sinclair. Because right at that moment, she had no answers to give. They’d made out in the office like naughty kids—end of story. She only hoped no one had heard them, or rather, heard her.

She’d almost fallen asleep when her phone pinged with a text. Knowing it would be him, Molly grabbed it off the nightstand.

Jake:Hey you. Can’t sleep. Keep thinking about that gorgeous expression on your face when you came. Holy shit, Molly. I have trouble controlling myself around you when I’ve been drinking. In fact, I have trouble controlling myself around you all the time.

Roll on that moody Monday. Because I really can’t wait to be with you again. I love us together… hanging out, talking, touching. And this space BS is seriously doing my head in.

I’m sorry about Ava. I should have told you sooner. We weren’t a good fit in lots of ways, but I still have total respect for her. So… yeah.

Come back to me soon. Miss you. In fact, come over now. Shall I order an Uber for you?

Jake:Molly??? Are you home yet?

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