Molly thought about it for a few quiet moments. It was true; she did miss 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 Devylynn. 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.”
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 lo
ve of one good woman. It was trite, but true. Now, he also understood that marriage – 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?”
“Mmmmm,” Molly hummed wantonly against the small of his back, her body moving restlessly over his shoulder as her legs scissored impatiently.
“Alright, my little minx,” Devil rumbled playfully, crossing the room in a long fluid stride to dump his precious burden in the center of the bed, “I guess I’m gonna need to remind you that he who conquers the golden pussy calls all the shots!”
“Did you see that on a fortune cookie somewhere, Confucius?” Molly giggled as her body bounced on the center of the mattress.
Devil’s laughter joined Molly’s as he crawled up the bed and straddled his wife’s body, his cock bobbing above her glowing face. “Alright smartass, why don’t you use that mouth and those lips for good rather than to bust my balls?”
“Ooooohhhh, you said balls,” Molly drawled, lifting one hand to cradle Devil’s twin sacs as her tongue flicked over the head of his penis.
Torn between laughter and tears at her bad joke, Devil drove a hand into his wife’s long curly red hair and tugged suggestively. “Less talking and more blowing, woman. You’re killing me here. I don’t remember the last time I felt those velvety lips wrapped around me.” Actually, Devil knew that was a lie. It had been nine weeks, three days, and approximately ten hours – not that he was counting or anything. All that mattered was the hot, horrible drought was over at long last!
At least, it SHOULD have been over.
If he and Molly had been living in a perfect world.
Which, clearly, they weren’t.
Because, apparently, he must have been a serial killer in a previous life.
Whoever said ‘man plans while God laughs’ knew exactly what the fuck of which they were speaking.
Groaning as his dick slid to the back of his wife’s throat, both of them froze, staring at each other with wide, horrified eyes as they both heard the unlucky thirteen words guaranteed to effectively and irrevocably call a halt to any and all festivities that might have been on the cusp of occurring.
“MOLLY, CHICA, THE WEDDING IS OFF!! I need you. Ahora! Este minuto, niña!” a slightly accented male voice shrieked hysterically, each word growing increasingly desperate and high pitched. .
“Ah, c’mon! This can’t be happening,” Devil nearly whimpered as he recognized the unexpected visitor’s voice as he stared down at his wife with something closely resembling betrayal. “You gave that man a key?” he bit out. “Why do you hate me so much, Molly? Why?”
“Don’t act like you don’t remember, Devil! We discussed in-depth this last year. I gave keys to a few people, and they are supposed to be used for emergencies,” Molly hissed, lifting a hand to shove her husband off her. “I’d say by the volume of what our friend just said, this qualifies!”
“He’s my assistant, Molly. He’s your friend. Try to get that distinction straight in your head,” he demanded churlishly as Molly sprinted back to the bathroom to grab her robe.
“Okay, now you’re just being a big ol’ baby,” she called back. “And don’t you ever let Armando here you say anything like that – especially tonight! I swear to God, husband, if you make whatever the hell’s happened tonight worse in any way, I will personally request lessons from your Nana on how to beat you to death with her wooden spoon! Are we clear?” she hissed, tossing him a pair of flannel sleep pants and a tee shirt as she stomped back into the bedroom.
“Crystal,” Devil snarled back at his wife, snatching his clothes out of mid-air. Was it just him or did anyone else hear the maniacal cackling of that bitch named Fate?
Chapter Five
Molly
Molly knew Devil was disappointed by the unplanned intrusion into their special night, but honest to God, she only had so much energy. Right now, she had a feeling she would need every bit of remaining strength she still maintained to deal with whatever calamity her highly emotionally challenged friend was facing. Devil would just have to schedule his nervous breakdown for another time. She was only one person, damn it.
“Will you please shake a tail feather over there? Moss is gonna start growin’ under your feet if you move any slower!” she griped impatiently as Devil shoved a foot into his pajama bottoms. “He’s waiting!” she added while she shoved her foot into some comfy slippers. “And he sounds horrible,” she muttered when she cracked open the bedroom door and Mannie’s wails become substantially louder. Reaching for her phone on the dresser, she quickly sent out an emergency text to the wedding posse. It appeared it was time for them to circle the wagons around Armando.
“He’s gonna feel worse when I get my hands around his scrawny neck,” Devil vowed grimly, his words a little muffled by the black tee shirt he was pulling over his head. “It’s freakin’ midnight, Molly. His meltdown couldn’t be postponed until morning? I mean, really, if the wedding is off now, I’m willing to bet it’ll still be off at say, eightish.”
“You better get down on your knees and pray to whatever dark deity you’re currently worshiping that isn’t true, Devil. I just prepaid the seafood shop for three hundred cracked lobsters yesterday and I can assure you that deposit is non-refundable!” Molly hissed, glaring at her husband as he stormed toward her.
“Molly, may I remind you that we served crab cakes at our wedding. Not fucking lobster! Would you like to explain that to me?” Devil asked, eyes narrowing.
Molly’s lips twitched as she watched Devil try to remain calm. The muscle in his jaw was jumpin’ and that vein in his forehead was throbbing, but she’d give him credit. He was doing a remarkable job of m
odulating his tone. She should really try and be nice. She knew that.
Of course, that just wouldn’t be like her at all.
“It’s simple, honey,” Molly replied sweetly. “I like Armando and Nick much better than I like you.”
“Clearly,” Devil retorted, reaching for the silver door knob and jerking their bedroom door open before gesturing for Molly to precede him.
Molly led the way down the upstairs hallway to the staircase, Mannie’s sobs growing shriller with every step. Grimacing at the earsplitting noises, Molly barely heard Devil’s groan behind her.
“Good God, Mols. That attention whore is gonna get every damn dog in the neighborhood howling at this rate. If you think the neighborhood association was hard on the two of us when Coco and Chanel got loose to terrify the villagers, imagine how hard it will be to spring Armando from the pound. Do something!”
She wanted to scream at her husband for his insensitivity, but he had a point. They had paid hell when their Pekinese dog and Siamese cat had decided to paint the subdivision red a few months ago. And they’d almost never convinced those animal control people that their persnickety pets were perfectly harmless. So instead of arguing with her headstrong hubby, she lifted her robe, picked up her pace and called, “Mannie, we’re coming, sweetie! Just hold on a sec!”
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