Bidding Wars (Love Strikes)(18)

She pulled away from the kiss and sat up. He gazed up at her. She stole a glance to his lower half, seeing he was turned on as much as she was. Meeting his eyes again, she slipped off her cardigan and dropped it to the floor. Next, she lowered the straps to her sundress and began to remove it slowly.

“Wait, I thought you said…” He grabbed the strap before it slipped too far down.

“I know what I said, but I need this. Just once, with no questions asked.”

He sat up. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He pushed her hands away and then pulled the dress down, revealing a white lace strapless bra. Molly lay back on the bed while he tugged the dress off. His grunt, she hoped, meant that he liked what he saw. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Reaching up, she did her best to help him along. As he worked on his shirt, she unbuckled his belt. She had to tease just a little though, letting her hand slid over his erection. He was big, and she couldn’t wait to see it. The only thing that had been inside of her in the past year had been her purple plastic vibrator. And it was nowhere near as long or thick as she imagined Luke was.

With her foot, she helped him wiggle out of his jeans. They were both down to just their undergarments. He was a boxer man, a plaid boxer man to be precise. And if it wasn’t for the button that looked as though it was ready to pop off, she’d have an eyeful.

He lay back down beside her, his hand rubbing her stomach. With each stroke, he got closer to her breasts.

“Touch me, please.”

He caressed her and dipped his finger under her cup. She sighed and then pulled his mouth to hers. As his hands worked their magic all over her body, she finally reached down and popped the button lose, letting him spring out. Wrapping her hand around him, she was able to give a few strokes before he placed his hand over hers to stop her.

“It’s been way too long since a woman has touched me. I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

She reached behind her and released her bra, tossing it off the bed. She then wiggled out of her panties. “I need you in me just as much as you. It’s going to be quick for us both.”

He kissed her neck and removed his boxers. With his knees, he pushed her thighs open and climbed between. He detoured to her breasts, taking turns drawing each one into his mouth before he kissed his way back to her lips. He then leaned away from her and fumbled inside the nightstand drawer.

“Damn.” He was pushing around things in the drawer. “I don’t have any condoms.”

She pulled him back to her. “I’m clean. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s fine. And it’s not like I can get pregnant.”

And with that, he entered her, and every coherent thought she had went out the window.





Chapter Fourteen





Luke left the lawyer’s office Monday afternoon feeling as though he had just taken two giant steps back. Leslie had passed the required drug test, which meant his case was getting weaker. His lawyer had advised him to continue collecting evidence at this point, but right now they didn’t have enough to prove Leslie was an unfit mother.

His lawyer did say they could go to court and he could fight for more time with Sammy. Or even split the kid’s home life to two weeks with him and two weeks with Leslie. But, how could that be best for his son? He’d never have anywhere to truly call home. Plus, they lived in two different school districts. Where Luke lived was the better district, and he really wanted Sammy to attend those schools.

At this moment, the only thing Luke could really do was sit and talk to Leslie. Perhaps he could convince her that he was a better fit. He wasn’t going to stop, though, until Sammy lived with him full time. It was, after all, what his son wanted.

He pulled up to the station, wishing he didn’t have to come back to work, but duty called. He sat in his car for a few moments, enjoying the last few French fries from his lunch. While this fight for his son was his number one priority, he also thought about Molly.

He still couldn’t believe they’d made love. He wished he could say it was his best performance, but he had to be honest with himself. The only action he’d had since leaving his wife was his hand. And sinking into Molly was soft, warm, wet—a little slice of heaven. She didn’t complain, though. She seemed to fall over the edge into total bliss as fast as he did.

She hadn’t stayed the night as he’d hoped. He’d begged her to let him see her Sunday, but she was working a double.

He’d made a call to his real estate agent to give him a heads up on Molly’s plans. His agent was surprised that Molly’s realtor had agreed to it, but in the meantime they needed to get back out there. Luke hadn’t set up another appointment yet. At this point, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to buy. The only reason he had considered it before was for Sammy. He had an excellent landlord and cheap rent. Maybe staying put was the right thing for him at the moment.

The last French fry was gone, which meant he no longer had an excuse to hide out in the parking lot. He dragged himself out of the car and to the station. Normally, he loved his job, but this day he just wasn’t feeling it. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to everyone else’s problems—he had enough of his own.

He was greeted right away by Annie as he walked through the glass doors. “So…good news?”

He shook his head. “Not this time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not giving up.”

“That’s no surprise.” She laughed. “I left a file on your desk. Mrs. Scotts was in again today.”

He sighed. “What did her husband do now?”

“She arrived home five minutes late from work and he made her sleep outside.”

“Did he hit her?”

“Not this time.”

He grunted. “Then what can I do for her? I can go out there and talk to him and tell him that it wasn’t nice to do that, but he’s been managing his anger. I don’t understand why she stays with him.”

“I know, sir.”

“I’ll swing by their place when I leave tonight.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder and gave a slight squeeze. “You’re a good man. In the end, you’re going to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

He chuckled. “Is that so? And when did you become a psychic?”

“In my spare time.” She winked.

He shook his head and grinned at her. Annie always knew how to make him smile. He then went toward his office to see what else had piled up on his desk while he’d been away.



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Molly plopped down on her couch and waited for Sandy to join her. She placed her plate in her lap and stared down at the grilled cheese and pretzels. It wasn’t the most elegant meal, but it was perfect for the evening.

Sandy had brought over the latest movie from the book craze that hit recently with werewolves. This was the third movie in the series, and Molly had missed it in theaters. Sandy had picked up a copy the moment it came out and told her, since they were both off, they were watching the movie.

Molly was looking forward to seeing it. She’d read the book series and enjoyed it. Usually she wasn’t one for paranormal things, but the books had been well written.

Sandy joined her on the couch. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“You sound so thrilled. Hello…we get to see men with their shirts off through almost the whole movie. What could be better?”

Luke, with his shirt off. “Let’s get it started. I don’t want to start eating until it’s playing.”

Sandy picked up the remote and hit play. The movie started, and Molly hoped it would be a good distraction from the man crowding her mind.

By the time the movie was over, Molly had in fact forgotten Luke’s name for a few moments. Half-naked, muscled, and tanned men could do that. Though Luke naked topped the half-naked men any day.

“I can’t believe they ended it like that. Talk about a cliffhanger.” Sandy threw up her hands.

“You already knew that though—you saw it when it was playing at the theatre.” Molly reminded her.

“I had wishful thinking they’d add more.”

Molly giggled. “I’m sure they were going to do that for you.”

“You never know.”

Molly glanced at the coffee table. At some point during the movie, they’d finished off her ice cream. She was feeling stuffed. As she rubbed her belly, she wondered what Luke was doing. Ugh, she was sure she just grunted aloud.

“What’s up, girl?” Sandy asked.

“I can’t get my mind off a certain person.”

“If I had that hot cop after me, I would be throwing myself at him.”

“I did.”