“Easy, sweetheart,” Devil murmured, grimacing as the agonizing pleasure of having Molly wrapped around him built. He knew he’d treasure this moment for the rest of his life. Her eyes met his trustingly as her walls hugged his dick in the tightest embrace he’d ever experienced. He had to fight his body’s natural impulse to tunnel through the tight channel wrapped around him, but he’d rather die than hurt one single hair on her head. “Come here,” he whispered, tugging gently on her hair.
Molly moaned as her hard nipples scraped against his warm chest and his cock flexed inside her. “I feel so full,” she breathed as her hips nestled against his. Rocking her pelvis experimentally against him, they both groaned at the slight movement.
“Baby, stop,” Devil begged, his voice raw as he stilled her by contracting his hands around her hips. “You’re so tight, Molly. So amazingly tight. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t trust myself not to lose control,” he growled, unable to resist a gentle thrust into her fiery core.
“Mmmm,” Molly moaned as his cock found that sensitive patch of nerves near her womb, sliding over it and nearly undoing her. “Devil, yes!” she whimpered against his neck, lifting her ass almost completely off his staff only to bring it back down when his hips surged off the mattress again. She took his entire length deep into her body and clamped her muscles tightly around him.
“Fuck, Molly!” Devil bit out, digging his fingers into her waist with a force that would leave bruises later. “Sweetheart, please, I’m trying to hang on to my control here, but when you move like that…”
“Lose control,” Molly invited hoarsely against his parted lips. “I want you to,” she moaned as he hit that magical spot inside her again. The muscles in her thighs quivered as she rose and fell against him, meeting every stroke of his cock. Pressure built inside her as her clit dragged along his thick staff, adding to the already staggering pleasure. “Deeper, Devil,” she demanded, meeting his eyes for a breathless moment.
Rolling her onto her back, Devil drove into her, burying himself balls deep in her slick pussy. “Is that what you need, sweetheart?” he ground out as she tightened around him. Hooking an arm around her thigh, he drew her leg up, opening her to his possession as she arched her hips to draw him deeper.
Scoring his back with her nails, Molly writhed desperately beneath him. “Yes! More, Devil. Fast and hard,” she begged, tightening her thighs around him. “I won’t break, Devil. Fuck me,” she urged, clawing at his back.
“Your wish is my command, baby,” Devil growled, covering her mouth as he set a deep rhythm that dared her to keep up. Every lunge of his hips brought him to the edge of sanity as her tongue danced wantonly with his. He growled against her lips as her pussy liquefied around him, scorching his cock in her juices. “I love how wet you get for me, Angel. All that delicious syrup coating my cock…it’s enough to make a man wild for you.”
“Oh, God, Devil,” Molly cried, twisting her head on the pillow as his dick stabbed the heart of her. “Just like that! Don’t stop,” she begged, lifting to meet his heavy thrusts. Her body quaked as his thumb brushed against her clit, making her crazy for him. “So good! It’s so good!” she gasped as her body began to hum. No one had ever made her feel so complete. It was as if she’d found the missing part of herself in him.
Pinching one nipple while he bent to capture the other between his lips, he felt his balls drawing tight as she contracted around his cock. “That’s it, baby! Ride my cock,” he praised, circling her areola with his tongue. “Squeeze that sweet little pussy around me. Fuck, yeah,” he grunted when she began to convulse around him, her silken walls caressing every inch of his throbbing flesh.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Molly screamed as colors danced in front of her eyes. She’d thought she’d known fulfillment before, but realized in those moments that what she’d experience before paled in comparison to what this man offered her. “Devil! I can’t stop,” she wailed, panicking as the acute pleasure began to swamp her body.
“God, yes!” Devil growled, lifting his head to watch her face contort as he tried to stave of his own oncoming eruption. “Don’t close your eyes, Molly. I want to see that beautiful gaze when you take your pleasure and come all over my cock,” he demanded urgently, as he sank deeply inside her with deep, steady thrusts.
Molly screamed hoarsely as her climax threatened to drown her in sensation. Holding onto his shoulders as she rode the wave of her orgasm, she relished every rough grunt and groan that escaped his lips as he tensed above her.
“Ahhhhh, Sweet merciful Christ!” Devil groaned as he lost the leash he’d had on his control. Thrusting sloppily, he reached his own pinnacle, exploding inside her tight depths as jet after jet of his warm semen coated her pussy. “My Molly!” he growled, heaving into her one last time as the indescribable bliss overwhelmed him, burying his face in her neck as he collapsed over her.
As Molly drifted back to Earth from the pinnacle she’d reached, she stroked her hands over Devil’s sweat-soaked back. His shoulders heaved from exertion, and she smiled weakly when he moaned and pressed a kiss against her collarbone. One of his hands still gripped hers and his breath was warm against her skin. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” Molly asked with a grin against his ear, nipping his earlobe playfully.
“Not quite, but damn close,” Devil replied huskily, finally finding the strength to lift his head and shift to his side. Smiling as Molly whimpered as he pulled away from her, he hauled her into his arms. “I can already tell that you are going to be one dangerously addictive woman,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.
“Why is that?” Molly asked with a sigh as she snuggled against his side, enjoying the solid strength of the arms around her.
“Because I just unloaded a year’s worth of sexual frustration inside you and I already want you again,” he acknowledged softly. “That shouldn’t even be physically possible for a man of my age,” he chuckled ruefully, pulling her closer. “You may just be the best thing that ever happened to me, Molly Ramsey soon-to-be Delancy.”
Molly smiled drowsily. “We’ll see if you still feel that way later this afternoon, Devil.”
“That sounds ominous. What exactly is this afternoon?”
“Our first session of premarital counseling with Pastor Davis,” Molly replied with a tired smile.
“The guy that flirted his way through Sunday dinner?” Devil groaned, frowning down at her head as his arm contracted in an automatic gesture of possessiveness.
“Mmmhmm,” Molly hummed absently, stroking his chest. “He’s the only one available on short notice. Our regular pastor will perform the wedding, but Travis is gonna do the counseling.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“Yes, I think he believes you are, too. Don’t worry, though….you’ve got three sessions to convince him that he’s wrong and that we belong together.” Molly yawned, stretching one arm above her head before rolling to cuddle closer to Devil’s warm body.
“We do belong together,” Devil grumbled, brushing a kiss against Molly’s forehead as she closed her eyes.
“Course we do, Devil,” Molly mumbled sleepily as a wave of drowsiness washed over her. “Just gotta make the pastor believe it, too.”
“Oh, he’ll believe it, Molly,” Devil assured the weary woman in his arms softly. “He’ll believe it because it’s true.”
Sizzle: Chapter Forty-Seven
Several hours later, Molly slipped her black ballet flats back on and smiled. It had been the perfect day. Her body still hummed with satisfaction after a third fiery encounter with Devil, this time in the shower, and for the first time in two years she felt truly relaxed. It was amazing what a good romp between the sheets…and against the wall…and in the shower could do for a woman’s disposition.
And it certainly hadn’t hurt that she’d been romping with an expert. Insatiable and inventive, her future husband had shown her how to experience pleasure in ways she’d never imagined. Devil had ensnared her m
ind and body in a sensual web that she wasn’t the least bit inclined to escape.
“Molly, honey,” Devil called from the bedroom. “You almost ready? I’ve got a two o’clock meeting in my office and it’s already after one.”
Smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she turned and walked back into the other room. “You know, you’re really lucky that I keep another outfit at the office,” she teased, eyeing her ruined clothes on the floor beside the bed. “That could have made walking out of here more than a little uncomfortable.”
“I might have got a little carried away,” Devil admitted with an amused look at the remains of her outfit, “but, in my defense, I did give you the chance to take off your clothes. You seemed to prefer me doing it.” Sauntering toward her, he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her toward him. “Keep looking at me like that and you’ll lose your second outfit of the day.”
Pressing a hand against his chest, Molly shook her head. “Meeting, remember?”
“I’m willing to cancel if it means a repeat performance,” he offered gamely with a wicked smile.
“No such luck,” Molly denied, pressing a chaste kiss against his chin.
“Damn,” he growled against her neck.
“So, am I still fired?” she asked, pushing him toward the moving wall that opened into his office.
“You were never fired,” Devil replied with a long-suffering sigh as he smacked the button to open the wall. “You were placed on indefinite sabbatical until you and I made some decisions,” he explained, standing aside as she walked back into his office. “You’re exhausted, Molly. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your lack of energy, sweetheart. In the next week, you’re going to be running yourself ragged with preparations. And because I’m a greedy bastard, I can promise that I’ll be keeping you busy in the evenings. Since I really don’t want you passing out at our wedding because you’re so drained from planning it, I want you to consider taking a break from the job here. Of everything you have on your plate, it’s the one thing you can afford to give up right now. The wedding prep has to happen, and after today, I’m going to insist on having your attention at night, darlin’. The job can go for now.”
“You are awfully confident that you’re gonna get to crawl in my bed this week, Devil,” Molly huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. Truthfully, she saw his point. She was tired, and there was still a ton to do for their wedding. The job was the one thing she could afford to do without right now, but his self-assured cockiness was going to drive her to drink. When Devil believed he knew best, he could be the worst kind of bully.
“I don’t care whose bed we’re in, Molly, but I fully intend to be in it with you,” Devil said plainly, hungrily eying her body, now dressed in a trim pair of black pants and a peasant blouse. “You can’t give a man the keys to the kingdom and then slap a padlock on the gate. That’s just cruel, honey.”
Molly couldn’t help smiling at the slight panic she heard laced through his voice. She had no intention of keeping Devil out of her bed, but it was entertaining to watch him squirm. Who knew that sex with her would be his Achilles heel? “We’ll see,” she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders.
“Oh, I assure you that you’ll be seeing a lot of me,” Devil muttered with a frown. “So, where have we come down on your position of executive assistant to me?”
Offering him a long, hard look, she finally reached a decision. “I’ll step away for now. The next couple of days will be relatively light on the planning side of our wedding, and I could use the time to recharge my batteries. I have one condition, however.”
“Name it,” Devil responded instantly, his face relieved.
“It’s a deal breaker, too, Dev,” Molly warned, narrowing her eyes.
“Name. It.” Devil repeated his statement as he gazed at her with unconcerned eyes.
“I choose my replacement – my temporary replacement,” she returned evenly.
Devil’s lips twitched. “You don’t trust our Human Resources department?”
“After the empty-headed tartlette that they sent up here this morning? No,” Molly retorted. “You need an office assistant, not a damn model with a set of double Ds and an empty head. Unless you want someone more interested in getting into your bed than answering your phone?”
“My bed will already be quite happily occupied by the woman I’m marrying.” Devil grinned. “Choose whoever you want. As long as she’s capable, I don’t give a damn.”
“She could be a he,” Molly replied, delighted that he’d acquiesced so easily.
Devil shrugged. “Fine. It makes no difference to me as long as the person is qualified.”
Molly wanted to dance around the office, but she managed to play it cool. She was getting her way! “Alright then,” she declared with a nod. “I’ll come in and find you a replacement tomorrow, and then I’ll take a leave of absence through the honeymoon. We’ll reevaluate the situation after the new year.”
“I find your terms very acceptable.” Devil winked as he snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her against his chest. “I think I’m getting the hang of this compromise thing.”
“I’m going easy on you.” Molly snorted. “I won’t always be this easy to negotiate with.”
“Don’t I know it,” Devil grumbled before covering her lips.
God, the man could kiss. Seconds turned into minutes and she got lost in him. When he finally lifted his head, she knew she was smiling like a fool and couldn’t bring herself to care. It finally felt like she was getting everything she wanted. It was thrilling and scary, and a little bit intimidating to know that this man that she’d known all her life could devastate her if she wasn’t careful.
“What?” Devil asked, watching her face.
Blinking, Molly shook her head and forced another smile. “Nothing,” she said softly, patting his chest as she tried to take a step back from him.
“Nuh uh,” Devil denied with a frown. “You were happy, but then your eyes clouded. What were you thinking?” he asked.
“I was thinking that I need to get moving if you’re going to make your meeting,” Molly lied. “You have a two o’clock, remember?”
Glancing at the clock above his desk, Devil groaned. “I do,” he admitted with a sigh.
“I need to go. Do you want to meet at the church for our counseling session or…”
“We’ll go together,” Devil stated firmly, briefly tightening his arms around her before letting her go. “I think with young Pastor Davis that it will be much better to present him with a happily united front.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” Molly rolled her eyes.
“I’m being cautious. The man might have a hotline to God, but he’s still got all the requisite male testosterone, and he wanted in your pants, Molly,” Devil groused, his jaw clenching.
“Devil!” Molly gasped.
“Don’t ‘Devil’ me. I know what I’m talking about. We’ll meet with him together, Molly. I’ll pick you up at your place at six. Our appointment is for seven, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Molly agreed with a nod.
“Alright, then it’s a date. We’ll pick up dinner afterward and go to my place. Pack a bag for the night.”
“You are drawing a lot of conclusions about the way this evening will end, aren’t you?” Molly raised an eyebrow.
“I can guarantee you the way this evening will end, sweetheart,” Devil informed her with a lascivious grin. “You, naked and satisfied, in my arms. It’s the way I intend to conclude every night from here on out. I wouldn’t mind starting my days that way, too, but I’m a reasonable guy. We can have another more personal negotiation about that later. Now, before you go, I have something for you,” he said, reaching for his wallet.
“What is that?” Molly frowned as he extracted a black card and held it out to her.
“It’s a black American Express. It’s yours, and it doesn’t have a limit,” he explained, wriggling the card
in front of her. “Take it, Molly.”
“I don’t want it,” Molly replied, her loose red hair sliding over her shoulders as she shook her head. “I don’t need it.”
“I want you to have it, and I want you to use it,” Devil countered, capturing her hand and pressing the card into it.
“What in the world for?” Molly asked impatiently, cocking her head as she studied his unreadable face. “You’ve already filled my bank account with cash I don’t need and didn’t earn. Why do I need a limitless credit card, too?” she complained, waving the card in his face.
“The money in your bank account is yours to use on whatever you want, Molly. You might not need it, but it’s yours all the same. This card is for you to use for the things I’m supposed to provide you with, darlin’.”
“Like what?” Molly snapped.
“For starters, you need a new wardrobe,” Devil returned easily, wincing when Molly stiffened in front of him.
“Excuse me?” Molly spat through clenched teeth. What was it about her clothes that people found so easy to criticize? First, that vacuous bitch and now Devil? She was seriously beginning to develop a complex here.
Holding up his hands, Devil began to shake his head. “Now, Molly, it’s not what you think,” he hurried to assure her. “I love your body and your clothes. It’s just that as my wife, you’ll be expected to attend a lot of formal events. Benefits… fundraisers… nights at the symphony and opera. You’ve never had a reason to have a lot of clothes for that kind of thing. Babe, you’ve worn the same black evening gown twice this week.”
“It’s a nice dress with a designer label! What more do you want?” Molly shouted, fighting the urge to press the offending credit card where the sun didn’t shine. “If you didn’t like my attire, you should have found someone else to have on your arm.”
“Hey,” Devil growled, grabbing Molly by the shoulders when she would have whirled away and stormed out of his office. “I don’t want anyone else on any part of me. That’s the point. You’re my fiancée. You’re going to be my wife. Therefore, it stands to reason that you’ll be the only woman that accompanies me anywhere. That’s my damn point, Margaret. I just want you to have the outfits and accessories that go with the occasion.”
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