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He quickly reaches out and grabs my face with both hands, making me look him in the eye. “You are incredible, Molly. Never think less of yourself because of that asshole. People have sex. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Look at the little girl you’ve raised. From what you’ve told me, she’s happy, healthy and surrounded by love. You’re an amazing mother, and she’ll understand. She’ll know that you did the best you could, and that you loved her from the moment she was made. Do you understand me?”

I nod, leaning in towards his mouth because I need to kiss this man after that little speech. He stops me when I’m barely a breath away by moving his hand and wrapping it around my throat. He presses his thumb against my pulse and squeezes gently. Fuck, why is that so hot? Why is my pussy fucking pulsating right now? His chest starts rising and falling a little faster. His other hand travels further up my thigh. He looks like he’s going to eat me alive.

Fuck, I hope he does.

“Going to kiss you now, Mol...” he whispers.

“Do it,” I whisper back.

He crashes his mouth onto mine, swallowing the gasp I let out from the impact. Our lips fuse together, and I melt into a puddle of need from the pressure. When his tongue traces along my bottom lip, I let out a tiny moan, and he uses it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hand tightens around my throat, giving a tentative squeeze until I hum out my approval, and then he keeps it there, maintaining the pressure. His other hand moves to my hip, gripping it hard, making me jump a little from the bite of pain it causes. He keeps me in place as he devours me, groaning as I push back against his grip, trying to get closer. He uses the hand wrapped around my neck to push me back, guiding me so that I’m laying flat against the couch. He comes down next to me and kisses me again, running his hand along my side. I move my hand down to his arm, feeling his muscles tense and release as I glide across them.

“I've dreamt of tasting you since the moment I saw you, Molly,” he whispers against my lips.

I rake my fingers through his hair, gripping the longer strands. “And? What do I taste like?” I whisper back.

“Mine,” he groans before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting it gently.

He rocks his hips forward, and I suck in a breath when I feel how hard he is against my hip. He grinds into me again and starts slowly, sliding my dress further up my body. My panties are soaked, sticking to me, and now, on full display. He slowly trails kisses across my jaw, down my neck. His stubble scratches my skin, causing goosebumps to surface as he moves further down. His hand moves to my panty line, and he looks up at me, asking silent permission.

He looks like a man starved. His pupils are blown, his lips are puffy and red, and he can’t seem to catch his breath. I know we shouldn’t be moving this quickly, but the ache between my legs is begging me to give in, so I nod, and he literally growls, low and deep. The sound vibrates through his chest, into mine, as he pushes my underwear to the side. I gasp when I feel the air hit my centre. I want this so badly. I need it. I need to know what it feels like to be fucked by a man like Ryan Anderson.

I’m shaking from the anticipation, and just as he moves, just as he’s about to touch me, I hear the front door open.

“Honey, I’m home.”

???

RYAN

My head jerks up at the sound of Jess’s voice. Shit, I thought she was coming by tomorrow night. Fuck, what a time for her to rock up.

I lean down and groan into Molly’s neck, pulling back to kiss it softly. “Sorry, gorgeous, I didn’t know she was coming by,” I whisper.

I reluctantly stand up, adjust my dick, and grab both of Molly’s hands to haul her off the couch with me. I pull her dress down so that she’s not flashing her black lacy panties and then walk towards Jess. She's standing at the kitchen counter, putting her bag down, when she looks up and sees me coming.

“Hey, handsome. Didn’t realise you had company.” She grins and takes a few steps forward, jumping into my arms.

I lift her off the ground a little and swing her back and forth. “No worries, babe. Missed you.”

When I put her back down, she looks over my shoulder and smiles, walking around me so she can get to Molly, who is standing by the couch, tapping on her phone.

Jess is the polar opposite of Molly. She’s tall, at around 5’8, and has deep red hair that comes just over her shoulders. She’s lean, has little to no curves, and she’s covered in tats. Most of them are my work. She's like my very own walking, talking portfolio.

“Hey girl, I’m Jess.”

Molly’s head snaps up, and she’s as pale as a fucking ghost. Her eyes meet mine, and she looks... angry, betrayed.What? She clears her throat and throws on a fake smile. I hate that smile. “I’m, uh, Molly, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he had a... didn’t know you were. I’ve... got to go.”

What the fuck is going on here?

“Oh, sure, no worries, I’ll keep him company, don’t you worry.” Jess winks and heads back towards the kitchen, going straight for the fridge.

Molly nods and basically sprints past me without even glancing my way. I look at Jess, completely lost. She simply shrugs and pours herself a glass of the Moscato I got for Molly.Typical.

I turn on my heel and go after my girl. I drove her here, so she can’t have gotten far. She’s outside, about five steps from the front door when I catch up with her. Her phone’s out, and I can see that she’s tracking an Uber driver. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she jerks away. “Molly, what’s going on? Why’d you take off?”

She looks at me, eyes burning. I’d say she’s pissed with a capital P. “Are you serious right now? Your girlfriend coming home mid-make-out session wasn’t awkward enough for you? You wanted me to, what, stay and have a coffee? Compare notes? What the fuck, Ryan?” She keeps her voice low, but her tone is as aggressive as fuck. She obviously wants to tear into me but doesn’t want to scream the street down at 10:00PM.

Girlfriend?

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