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She laughs, but there’s no humour to it. “Change of subject. You look smoking tonight, girl.”

I decide to let it go. If she needs to talk, she will.Hopefully.Penny isn’t a great communicator. She’s the best friend a girl could ask for and will back you regardless of the situation, but when it comes to her? She’s not exactly an open book.

“I look okay?” I ask, spinning in a circle. I’m wearing skinny black jeans that fit me like a second skin and a white sleeveless top that clings to my chest and flares out around my belly, hanging past the waistband of my jeans. My makeup is light, but I’ve got a deeper nude lipstick on, so it makes me look more night-time appropriate.

“Oh yeah,” she says, wolf-whistling at the end for dramatic effect.

I roll my eyes and toss my hair behind my shoulder. Penny straightened it earlier and then curled it. Now it falls in proper waves down my back.

I turn to check my ass out in these jeans when my phone vibrates, drawing my attention down to the vanity.

RYAN: Hey, baby. Change of plans. Want to come to my place instead? Just the two of us?

That’s odd...

“What’s up?” Penny asks.

I pick up my phone and turn it so she can see the screen. Her eyebrows go up as she reads, and then she shrugs.

“He wants me to go to his place, but he had plans with Beckett and Jess, so I’m just... we spent all this time getting ready,” I mumble, more to myself than her.

“Pft, who cares, girl? Get your man! You’ve got a kid-free night and a sexy boyfriend to play with. Grab the bull by the horns and fuck it.”

We both stare at each other and then burst into laughter.

“Jesus, Penny,” I choke out, wiping under my eyes.

She grins. “Seriously though, Mumma. Evie’s got Em. Enjoy yourself.”

She slaps me on the ass and then spins on her heel to leave. I look back in the mirror when I hear the front door open and close.

Well, tonight just got a little more interesting.

25

MOLLY

He’s standing outside by the front door when I pull up. I hop out and go to the boot to grab my overnight bag, but he beats me to it, taking the strap from my hand and swinging it over his shoulder with a wink. He leans in and kisses me so sweetly it makes my stomach flip. He uses one hand to push the curls from my face and then cups my jaw, tilting my head how he wants it so he can see my eyes. “You know I’m crazy about you, right, Mol?”

I nod, still in a haze from his kiss. He leans in and rests his forehead against mine. Something’s up. My mind snaps to attention. “Why’d you bail on Jess and Beckett tonight, honey?” I ask softly.

He shakes his head. “Beck wasn’t feeling it, and when he took off, I figured we could use the alone time. Not often we get a house to ourselves without having Em sleeping in the next room. We can be as loud as we like.”

That’s not the whole truth, and we both know it.

He puts his hand on my lower back and walks us inside and into the kitchen, locking the front door behind us.

“You want a drink, baby?” he asks, hand on the fridge.

I shake my head, making my way over to him. I place both hands on his chest and look up. His eyes meet mine, and I can't figure out what they're trying to tell me. He looks... sad? Guilty? I don't know. I move in closer, and then I feel it. His dick is rock hard and pressing against my belly. Horny is good, horny I can deal with. I move my hand down and grip him through his jeans. He groans and leans in to kiss my neck, brushing my hair behind my shoulder so it's out of his way. His hand comes around and squeezes my ass. Hard. He moves his mouth up to my ear, tugs on my lobe with his teeth.

“Turn around,” he whispers, his breath sending a shiver up my spine. I turn slowly, excitement pumping through my body. “Jeans off, Molly.”

I immediately undo them and wiggle them down so that they pool at my feet, along with my soaked panties. “Good girl, now, stand on your toes and lean over. Chest flat on the counter.”

He brings one hand up and presses it against my upper back, guiding me down. I turn my head so that my cheek is resting on the cold surface. A shiver runs through my body as his hand travels down my side and curves around my hip. His other hand runs through my hair gently. He pulls it into a makeshift ponytail and twists it so that it's wrapped around his wrist before tugging on it. I’m already dripping. I can feel it. I rub my thighs together, and he notices.

“Tell me you're mine, Molly,” he whispers, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

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