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Pulling away from Molly, I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock to keep the condom securely fastened. As soon as my cock was out of her, I pulled it off and tossed it to the floor.

Molly was still gasping for breath, her belly shaking as she lay on the bed.

I grinned. “That was just the beginning,” I said with a smirk as I pulled on my boxers and jeans. “Just wait till I take you up the ass.”

Molly’s cheeks flushed the most delicious shade of red I’d ever seen.

Chapter Eight

Molly

I lay there, shaking and quivering. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done – I’d actually slept with my lifelong crush, Alex Travers.

And now what was going to happen?

Alex got dressed and left without another word. He whistled as he walked down the hall. I heard him open the fridge, then the clink of beer bottles. Then a few seconds later, the front door slammed shut.

I thought my heart would never slow down to normal.

The sex had been incredible. It had been better than movie sex, then all of the raunchiest sex I’d ever imagined. It had been better than romance books. And Alex himself…I shook my head in disbelief. The man was like a Greek god, with his perfect body and shining cap of blonde hair.

And he’d slept with me. Not only had he slept with me, he’d given me an amazing orgasm. It was the first I’d ever had.

I pulled the sheet over my naked body and trembled. What am I gonna tell Rebecca when she gets home, I wondered nervously. Should I be honest?

Before I had much more time to think about what I’d say to my best friend, the front door opened and then banged shut.

“Mol! I’m home!” Rebecca yelled. I heard the thump and rustle of plastic grocery bags as she set them down in the foyer. My stomach rumbled and I launched out of bed, pulling on my discarded clothes. I was still shaking and trembling by the time I was in the hall.

“Molly? Are you okay?” Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “It’s not like you to stay in bed this late.”

“I’m fine,” I said. I swallowed hard. “Um, I have something to tell you?”

Rebecca wasn’t listening. She was searching through the grocery bags, frowning. “I swear I bought mustard,” she muttered. “Did they really forget to include it?”

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” I said, clearing my throat.

“Well, talk to me in the kitchen,” Rebecca said. “I got milk and it’s already warm.”

I grabbed two of the closest bags and followed Rebecca into the kitchen. She was muttering under her breath as she rushed around, putting things away and slamming cabinet doors. When the bags were emptied and stuffed into the recycling, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down, heaving.

“It’s so hot out there,” she said. “God, it’s like being in a swamp. Why the heck do they call this the Northeast if we’re always boiling during the summer?”

I laughed nervously. “No idea,” I said, shaking my head.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

I flushed hotly.

Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Something happened,” she said slyly. “With a boy. Am I right?”

“More of a man, really,” I said softly. “But…yes.”

“Well? Who?”

“Your brother.” The words came out as a squeak and I cleared my throat. “Alex,” I said, swallowing again. “He came over here…about thirty minutes ago.”

“Oh my gosh,” Rebecca said. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Molly!”

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