Caged (Mastered, #4)(73)

Then, “For the love of Loki, Molly. Are you drunk? You never tell me shit like this.”

“I never tell you shit like this because being a ho is a new thing for me.”

Presley’s owl-eyed gaze flicked over Molly’s shoulder. “Uh, hey, Amery.”

“Morning, Pres. Morning, ho.”

Molly put her forehead on her desk. Then she heard the sound of metal scraping across the floor. She looked up to see Amery settling in next to Presley.

“Keep talking. This is way more interesting than itemizing expenses. What did I miss?” Amery prompted Presley.

“Just Molly complaining about being overly tired since she’s a sex fiend obsessed with Deacon’s magical dick and it’s keeping her up at night.”

“At least he can keep it up all night for his greedy ho-bag girlfriend, amirite?”

Presley laughed and high-fived Amery.

“You two oughta take your comedy act on the road.” She pointed at Amery’s office and then at Presley’s work space. “Seriously. Get. Out.”

“Oh, don’t be a bad sport,” Amery said. “Keep talking.”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable talking about this with you, boss.”

“Please. I’m the perfect person to talk to because you see what a ho-bag I am for Ronin.” She smirked. “I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out when he stops by to ‘discuss something’ with me and my office door is locked that we’re usually not talking.”

Presley held her hand up for another high five.

“Fine, but you can’t share any of this with your husband, because I don’t want this getting back to Deacon.”

“I won’t. Spill.”

Molly slumped back in her chair. “Deacon is the most sexual man I’ve ever been with.”

“How often are we talking about with you and Deacon’s sexy times?” Presley asked.

“At least once a day. Sometimes twice. Sometimes more.”

Presley mouthed, Holy f*ck.

“You tell him no when you’re not in the mood?”

Molly sighed. “There’s the ho problem—ha-ha. He gives me that look, puts those big mitts on me, and I’m freakin’ putty in his hands. I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. I’m never not in the mood.”

“You feel dirty afterward?” Amery asked softly.

Her directness surprised Presley. But their newest coworker didn’t know how Amery had struggled with her strict religious upbringing when it came to her sexuality. “No, I don’t feel dirty. I feel fantastic. He knows me now.” She briefly closed her eyes. “I’ve never let any guy know me like that because I’ve never trusted anyone like I do him.”

“It’s scary, powerful stuff—isn’t it?”

Molly’s eyes met Amery’s. “Very.”

“So you’re not really complaining.”

She shook her head. “I’m just tired.”

“Well, you have been spending all of your off-work hours with him,” Presley pointed out. “I miss hanging out with you.”

“Same. I’ll see if Fee and Katie are up for going out this weekend.”

Presley said, “Cool. Set it up. I’m in.”

“I’m out,” Amery said. “We’ll be at Knox and Shiori’s all day Saturday, spoiling Nuri, and Ronin has plans for us Saturday night.”

Molly was too chicken to ask if Ronin’s plans included an evening of twisting ropes on her at Twisted. “Too bad. We’ll knock back a margarita or two for you.”

Amery’s eyes bored into Molly’s. “You sure you’re okay? Nothing else going on with Deacon?”

She knew voicing her concerns about Deacon missing training yesterday, with his next fight coming up so soon, would violate a relationship rule, since she feared Amery would mention that to Ronin. Molly didn’t know whether Amery was aware that Ronin had put the kibosh on Deacon starting a relationship a few months ago, and again, she was too chicken to ask. She manufactured a believable smile. “That’s it. I’ve just never been oversexed. I should’ve come to you—our resident expert on being oversexed.”

“No such thing.” Amery stood and disappeared into her office.

Presley stood and tapped her palms on the desk. “Good talk.”

“You don’t have anything to share?”

“Trust me—if I was getting laid as much as you are? I’d be bragging about it all the damn time. You couldn’t shut me up about it.”

Molly held her next yawn until Presley was gone.

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AFTER work she headed to the dojo and managed to catch both Katie Gardiner, who ran the Black and Blue Promotions arm of Black Arts, and Sophia “Fee” Curacao, a Brazilian jujitsu instructor, an MMA fighter, as well as Blue’s sister, upstairs in the Black and Blue Promotions office.


Beautiful blond Katie crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “My god. You are disgustingly well laid.”

Fee smacked Katie on the arm. “Shut it. Jealousy gives you wrinkles.”

“Ouch! Don’t do that, Fee. You’re a like a fourth-degree black belt; I’m a delicate flower and you hit like a man.”