“Maybe,” Molly replied playfully, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “I might need a little more persuading.”
Resting his forehead against hers, Devil lifted a hand to cup her cheek. “Seriously, honey, you gave me the single greatest, most priceless gift a woman can give her man. Our child. Your body carries the evidence of that…and it fucking fills me with pride to see it. Don’t you ever wish those marks away because they’re just tangible proof that we created something amazing together. Those little reminders make my cock hard as a rock,” he assured her huskily, pressing his dick against her naked abdomen. “Go on. Feel it, Molly. Does it feel like I find your body anything but beautiful?”
“I guess not,” Molly admitted shakily, slightly ashamed of herself for doubting him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Devil growled. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t be surprised that I think you’ve earned a spanking for doubting us, huh?” he purred seductively against her ear as he palmed one globe of her ass and squeezed.
Molly gasped as she felt him grip her buttock, her pussy clenching as a flood of liquid heat gathered between her legs. “Really?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound as eager as she felt. It was a proven truth that she loved Devil’s little ‘punishments’. They never failed to deliver her an unforgettable orgasm.
Drawing his hand back and popping her left ass cheek sharply, he grinned wickedly. “What do you think, Molly? Do you think you deserve to be disciplined?” he asked, delivering another sharp blow to the opposite buttock before he slowly rubbed the sting away with slow seductive circles of his palm. “And I feel fairly confident that you don’t want this on anymore, do you?” Devil asked as he finished pulling the robe off her other shoulder.
Molly shivered as the slippery black material pooled around her feet. “No. I don’t think I need that at all right now,” she agreed, smiling up at her husband as she reached for the button of his shirt. “And I don’t think you need this shirt any longer either. As for my punishment, I think I’ll yield to your better judgment on that issue,” she countered mischievously as her slim hands began unfastening buttons as quickly as she could manage. The need to see his bare chest swamped her and her fingers tripped over each other in her haste to get to bare skin.
Devil couldn’t help his low laughter at her answers to his questions as he watched Molly’s hands fly down his chest, ridding him of his long sleeve dress shirt in seconds. “I love you, Molly, and don’t worry. I’ll make sure you pay your penance for doubting me…. you just won’t know when it’ll be. I plan on tonight being a very long night,” Devil murmured as her fingers raked his now exposed chest. Unbuckling his leather belt, he helped her push his grey suit pants over his narrow hips.
Molly hummed with displeasure when Devil prevented her from fisting his swollen cock. “Devil,” she pouted, “I wanna explore.”
“Later,” he promised with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You’ve been a bad girl, remember?” he chided, nipping her chin with his teeth. “Besides, I want to watch you get all soapy and slick for me,” he continued, jerking his head toward the foaming water in the tub. Slapping her ass again, he winked. “Ladies first.”
Shivering with excitement, Molly took the steadying hand Devil extended toward her and descended the three shallow steps that led into the tub.
“In you go,” Devil directed as Molly’s foot sank into the frothy water.
Sinking to her knees, Molly was submerged in water up to her shoulders. “Mmmmm, I’d forgotten how much I loved this tub,” she admitted, shifting her body to stretch her legs out in front of her. “Since we had the baby, I feel like I’m lucky to steal a quick shower sometime during the day,” she offered, nodding toward the large steam shower in one corner. Heaven knew she loved her baby, but her little Devyl didn’t exactly give her a lot of time for personal hygiene. Sometimes when the time war was between sleep and cleanliness, sleep almost always won.
Sliding his long legs along the outside of Molly’s, Devil pulled her back against his chest. “I’ve told you to let me put our girl down at night, babe.”
“One small problem,” Molly replied, looking at her husband over her shoulder. “You just don’t have the breasts for it. You’re a little flat. And empty,” she declared, patting his flat chest teasingly.
Glancing down at his water-logged torso, he chuckled. “You do make an excellent argument.” Pulling her closer, he dropped a lingering kiss against her neck. “Seriously though, if you need some help, we could always hire a….”
Jabbing one finger in the air, Molly warned, “Finish that sentence at your peril, William Delancy!” Turning to give her husband the evil eye, she shook her head. “It’s not happening!”
Tightening his arms around her waist underneath the water, Devil sighed. “Molly, honey, did you know the word ‘nanny’ has five letters, not four?”
“Oh, very funny,” Molly spat, almost choking on her amusement at his joke. “We aren’t hiring a nanny, Devil. My momma never had one. Karen and my brother, Grant, didn’t have one. Your own Nana never had one! And we aren’t gonna get one either. I can do this. Mothers have been raising their own children for centuries upon centuries,” she continued to reason vehemently. This wasn’t the first time her husband had brought up the idea of getting some help in the house. Hell, it wasn’t even the seventeenth time! But, maybe if she drowned him, it would be the last time she had to listen to it. She could make a drowning look accidental, couldn’t she?
“None of those people that you just mentioned were us, Molly,” Devil pointed out evenly, lifting one hand to brush her cheek. “And I can guarantee that if we’d had a nanny, we’d have taken this bath together long ago. I’d say that’s reason enough to hire some help.”
Tilting her head as she stared at her husband, Molly raised one eyebrow. “Is that your newest argument? You think we’re special somehow? Or is it that you need adult supervision during your bath time? You have got to be kidding me,” she snorted, splashing him.
“Sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is argue with you, but in the interest of full disclosure, you should know that your good buddy, Armando, put in his request…no, wait… a request I could have actually denied. I guess I should say he put in his demand for a three-week vacation. He and Nick will both be out for their honeymoon,” Devil explained, reaching for Molly’s pink loofah and squirting some of her fruity-smelling body wash on it.
“O-kay,” Molly said slowly, trying not to moan as Devil began to gently soap her shoulders with slow strokes of the sponge, the essence of mango enveloping her. “We knew this would happen when they decided to have a ceremony.”
“True,” Devil agreed smoothly, gathering Molly’s long hair in one hand while sweeping the sponge up her neck with the other, “But, you neglected to factor in the pertinent fact that I’m going to need an assistant at the office during the time our friends are away. Now, unless you trust me to find a suitable replacement….”
“Absolutely not,” Molly denied, already shaking her head. She still got angry when she remembered the last twit that human resources had sent to replace her in Devil’s executive office. That bitch had set exactly one objective - getting in Devil’s tailored, pinstriped pants. Molly hadn’t allowed it to happen then, and it wouldn’t be happening now either. The jewels hiding beneath her husband’s designer duds were strictly hers and hers alone. “I’ll take care of it this week, Devil,” she added, sighing as he rinsed away the soap suds on her back and she added yet another task to her endless mental to-do list.
“Why don’t you do it?” Devil suggested. “No one is going to work as well with me as my wife, and it’s only for three weeks. It’ll do you good to get out and talk with other adults. I mean, I know our daughter is stimulating company, but you do need to interact with other grown-ups. Then, there’s all those sexy nooners we could have….those alone would make it worthwhile.”
Molly thought about it for a few quiet moments. It was true; she did mi
ss working. It had made her feel useful… needed. She really did love being a momma, but there were times she couldn’t deny missing the hustle and bustle of a busy office. And those nooners… those definitely held a certain appeal all their own.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Devil murmured deliciously against her ear.
“Well….” Molly began to hedge. It really did sound like something she’d like to do, but she’d learned a long time ago to never give in too easily where Devil was concerned. Otherwise, he’d expect her to instantly capitulate to his demands for the rest of their lives. And that was soooo not gonna happen.
“If the idea of hiring a nanny bothers you that much, we could always ask your momma to look after our little girl. She adores spending time with her granddaughter, and the baby adores her right back. Plus, it would be only temporary. Three weeks and the guys are back,” Devil noted, leaning forward to press a kiss to the center of Molly’s neck as he dropped the sponge into the water. “C’mon, gorgeous, what do you say? You’re not gonna leave your loving husband swinging in the wind, are you?”
Leaning backward and pillowed against her husband’s chest, Molly bit her lip as Devil’s hands slid up her body to her breasts, cupping one in each hand and kneading the flesh tenderly. “You don’t play fair,” Molly gasped as his talented fingers found her plump nipples and tugged at them erotically.
“That’s because I’m not playing,” Devil returned easily, gently biting her earlobe. “Say yes, Molly. It’s what we both want.”
Turning her head until her lips found his cheek, Molly smiled. “I’ll agree to talk to Momma about it. If she’s in, so am I. If she’s not, I will find you the assistant of my dreams. How about that?” she bargained.
“I’d say that I’m ultimately going to get what I want because there’s no way on Earth that your mother turns down an opportunity to spend time with Devlynn. It’s a done deal, baby,” he cackled gleefully before burying his face in her neck. “It’s a win/win.”
“Glad I could do my part to make you happy,” Molly laughed, gasping as Devil lifted and turned her to straddle his lap. Wincing as the foamy water overlapped the lip of the tub and splashed the floor, she decided a little mess was a small price to pay for the pleasure she knew she’d find in Devil’s embrace. Looping her arms around his neck, she met his lips for an openly carnal kiss. Lips and tongues mated as she wriggled in his lap, desperately trying to bring him inside her body.
Stilling her with one hand against her hip, Devil shook his head. “Ah ah, not so fast. You have a punishment coming to your sweet little ass, remember?” he asked, sliding a wet hand down to cradle the swell of her butt. Besides,” he said in a low velvety voice, “I think I wanna play with you a bit first.”
“Play with….Oh, God!” Molly squealed as her husband’s free hand found her clit underneath the water. Moaning as his thumb swirled around the swollen bud, she rocked her hips against his hand as his lips found hers again. “Jesus, Devil,” she moaned, tearing her mouth away from his as his calloused fingertips teased her into a frenzy. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her body tightening as he manipulated the tight cluster of nerves at the apex of her pussy. Christ, he hadn’t even slid a single finger inside her yet, and she was ready to blow.
“You like that, don’t you, angel?” Devil asked huskily, his tongue painting a path up her graceful neck. “Your sweet little cunt has missed me, hasn’t it?” he persisted, suddenly piercing her with two fingers and curling them inside her to stroke that patch of nerves deep within her that made her want to keen with agonized pleasure.
Lips parting on a harsh cry of delight, Molly’s eyes drifted closed as the bliss blinded her. Sweet God, but her man knew how to obliterate all her defenses. “Holy shit,” she cried as his fingers set a deep, steady pace. Each thrust of his hand was designed to throw her closer to the edge, and her pussy clenched with every twist of his fingers.
“Fuck, yeah,” Devil praised, watching Molly’s face as he plunged his fingers deeper, seeking out that magical spot that always made his wife abandon all pretense of propriety. “Reach for it, baby. Let me see you reach for it,” he urged, pushing another finger inside her as he circled her clit with his thumb.
“Ohhhh, God,” Molly wailed, her hips churning violently as she chased her orgasm. Feeling Devil’s thumb press down on her slick bud, she nearly screamed with the need to come.
“You gonna come for me, Molly? You gonna drench my hand with that sweet cream of yours?” Devil asked roughly, working her core as he dipped his head to take one of her stiff nipples between his lips. Sucking hard, he felt her pussy quicken around his fingers. “Ah, you liked that, didn’t you?” he murmured. “You want a little taste of pain to get you off, baby? Is that what you need?” he asked, worrying her nipple with his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her cunt tighten around his long fingers.
“Fuck!” Molly bit out, her body stiffening as her release built, boiling just below the surface. “Again, Devil. Please,” she begged mindlessly, cupping her other breast and offering it to him.
“Hell, yeah,” Devil encouraged throatily. “Feed me that sweet tit,” he growled, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking sharply as he thrust his fingers inside her harder and faster than before.
“Devil! Oh, fuck, it’s happening! I’m coming,” Molly shouted hoarsely. She shook as her orgasm barreled into her, her pussy clenching rhythmically as white-hot pleasure suffused her body. Holding onto Devil’s neck, she rode out wave after wave of elation, the euphoria leaving her weak and trembling in his strong arms.
Smiling down at his wife, Devil pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful when you come hard like that,” he whispered lovingly before moving his mouth to hers, exchanging a long wet kiss with her.
Molly beamed at him as she turned slightly in his arms, adjusting so that she could reach into the water to wrap her hand around his cock. “Your turn,” she stated silkily, pressing a wet kiss to his chest as she swept her hand up and down his dick.
“Oh, hell, no,” Devil objected, dragging her hand off him. “Not like that. I’ve blown way too many loads on my stomach these last couple of months. When I go, it’s gonna be deep inside that tight pussy of yours.”
That sounded like a wonderful idea to Molly, and she was grateful that she’d opted for the birth control shot at her last doctor appointment. There’d be nothing between her and Devil tonight when he slipped inside her. “I’d say that could definitely be arranged.”
Returning her smile, Devil rested his forehead against hers. “Then let’s get out of this tub and move this party to our bedroom. I feel like a snack before I fuck you. I’ve got a craving for the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten. Think you can help me with that?”
“Oh, Devil, I can’t wait to help you with that,” Molly replied as her husband helped her stand on shaky legs. “In fact, I’ll race you to the bedroom.”
Scorched: Chapter Four
Devil
When he was a younger man, Devil had always likened marriage to prison. It wasn’t exactly a death sentence, but it damned well looked like it would feel like one. And if marriage was a prison, then married sex had to be prison food. It wasn’t haute cuisine by any stretch of the imagination, but at least a man wouldn’t starve, right? The food might not be fancy, but at least it was filling.
That’s the way he used to think in the old days. Or, as he liked to think of it, the pre-Molly days. Luckily for him, his wife had changed how he felt. He could admit he’d been an idiot. Fortunately, the love of a good woman could transform even an utter fool like him into what passed for a sensitive lover.
Now, while he stared at his wife as she stepped out of their Jacuzzi, water sluicing over her sexy curves, Devil knew that he’d been completely reformed. Molly had accomplished what most people had said was impossible. He had been entirely tamed by the love of one good woman. It was trite, but true. Now, he also understood that marriag
e – or more specifically his marriage - was a paradise rather than a prison. Finding the other half of himself had shown him that with the right person at his side, everything was better. As for married sex… well, that was the sensual utopia to be found in the center of Shangri- La. And the food in his own personal paradise was anything but boring.
Watching as Molly reached for a fluffy white towel, Devil nearly groaned as she covered up those luscious curves in terrycloth. “Lose the towel, Molly,” Devil ordered, his voice deep and insistent as she met his gaze. Her exquisite body looked entirely too edible to cover even for a moment. “I want you naked… no material to get in my way tonight.” He watched as his cooperative wife slowly grinned and dropped the towel to the floor. “Good girl,” he praised, moving slowly toward her, stalking her like prey as he gave silent thanks that nothing was ever dull or stale where his wife was concerned.
Taking a step backward, Molly licked her lips. “Do you think maybe we should rest a little before you tackle Round Two, Big Guy?” she asked flirtatiously. “You did tire me out in there,” she continued, indicating the tub where he’d just pleasured her with a wave of her arm. “I might even be too exhausted to….. ohhhhhhhh!”
Bending slightly, Devil charged his wife, his shoulder connecting with her soft belly as he put her over his shoulder. Laughing as Molly’s naked and squirming body quickly tired, he felt her slap his back one last time before he retaliated by slapping her still damp bare ass. “You done yet, angel?” he asked as he strode, completely nude himself, toward their bedroom with her still hanging over his shoulder.
“You can be such a caveman sometimes,” Molly mumbled into the small of Devil’s back as she hung upside down. “This ‘Me, Tarzan. You, Jane’ act used be a lot sexier.”
He’d show her fuckin’ sexier, he thought as his cock flexed and jumped against his abdomen. Devil’s jaw hardened as he felt Molly dart her tongue out to taste the taut skin that covered his firm ass, drawing lazy figure eights against his flesh while his hand unconsciously tightened on the back of her thigh. God damn, but his woman could be downright wicked when she was tested, he thought silently as she bit his buttock sharply. Deciding that a mild reprimand was in order, he cracked his hand against one cheek of her ass before slowly rubbing the burning flesh. “You wanna keep going with this, Baby Girl, because I could beat your sweet ass rosy all night if that’s what you want?”
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