Page 39 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

Molly reaches across the seat and lays a hand on my wrist. Her fingers are long and thin, and her skin is warm against mine. “Well, no matter what else is going on, all we need to focus on tonight is being a convincing married couple.”

I turn my hand over and thread my fingers through hers. “I think I can manage that.”

Her eyebrow arches up in a challenge. “Are you sure? Because, as a wife, I can be quite demanding.”

She shifts slightly in the seat, her legs uncrossing, knees falling apart slightly. Without permission, my eyes trace the curve of her breasts in the dress and dip lower, falling into the shadow beneath the slit of her dress. I swallow back the desire clogging my throat.

“What kinds of demands?”

Molly drops her hand to the exposed skin of her thigh and slides it slowly up, her fingers whispering over her skin in a way that makes me want to grab her firmly, the way she needs to be grabbed. “Well, for one thing, you’ll have to stay close to me.”

I nod before she is even finished speaking. “Done.”

Her mouth puckers to one side, hiding a smile. “And keep me satisfied.”

My gaze flicks back up to her face and then down again. “In what ways?”

She shrugs, her hand moving higher, pushing the fabric of her dress aside to expose her upper thigh. So much of her leg is showing that I have to wonder whether the joke about forgetting her panties was real or not.

“Food if I’m famished,” she says, her words breathy. “A drink if I’m parched.”

Suddenly, I am parched and my voice is dry when I speak. “Okay. I can do that. What else?”

Molly curves her fingers around her thigh, inching closer to her center, and I can’t peel my eyes from her body. I want to watch her touch herself. Even if the driver is only a thin piece of glass away from us. I lick my lips.

With her free hand, Molly reaches out for me. She slides her hand down my arm until her fingers brush across my palm and then grip my own. She draws my hand across the space between us and towards where her other hand is dangerously close to her sweet heat. The only thing better than watching Molly pleasure herself would be pleasuring her myself. My mind is empty of everything but her as she lays my hand on her thigh. I want her. Now.

“More than anything, I want you to …” She leans forward, her lips parted in delicious seduction. My fingers grip her soft skin through the material of her dress, and I want to tear the fabric off her. She is too beautiful to be covered. Her breath is warm against my mouth when she speaks. “Open my door for me.”

I blink, confused.

Molly tips her head behind me, and I look over my shoulder.

“We’re here,” she says.

I groan and fall back against my seat, and Molly laughs behind me. “Come on, husband. It’s time to make an alliance.”

That was my priority ten minutes ago. Now, the hardness between my legs has other ideas.

I rearrange myself before getting out of the car and doing as my wife asked. I open her door and escort her inside.

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