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Cash

BARE

I tossMollie onto my bed and immediately get to work on my belt.

I can’t fucking believe she’s here.

I can’t believe this beautiful woman is mine. For tonight, at least. How’d I get so damn lucky?

Breathless from laughter, Mollie watches me, brown eyes going hazy as I rip the belt through my belt loops. I left the lamp on the bedside table on, so I can see her expression flicker.

“Wrong that I find thatsohot?” she asks.

“Not wrong at all.” I wrap the belt around my fist. “You like what you like.”

The bed is high off the ground, a four-poster I built with the master carpenter who restored the cabin. So I’m able to pull Mollie to the edge of the mattress and step between her legs. Bending at the waist, I run the hand wrapped in my belt up her side before capturing her mouth in a kiss.

My blood jumps when she doesn’t hesitate kissing me back. Our lips move in tandem, opening so I can lick into her mouth at the same time she licks into mine. She’s a deep kisser, passionate. Playful and vulnerable.

A few weeks ago, when we first met, I would’ve been surprised by this. How unlike the stuck-up, snobby city girl to be so sweetly soft. So unabashedly fierce in her hunger.

Now, though, I’m not surprised at all. Mollie ain’t afraid to let go, let loose. And something inside me loosens at the idea that I make her feel safe enough to do that.

Bet that dickhead from Dallas didn’t see this side of her.

I grab one of her wrists and guide her arm over her head. Do the same with the other arm. Then I take both wrists in one hand and pin them to the mattress.

My cock surges when she sucks on my bottom lip, languidly tugging it between her teeth before arching her back when I reach inside her shirt with my free hand and cup her breast.

Her nipple hardens to a sweet little point when I pluck it through her bra. I shove up her shirt and kiss my way down her throat. She moans when I sink my teeth into her neck. She likes that.

She rocks her hips, guiding the bulge of my erection up and down her center. I growl.

I like that.

I like that sheknowsthat I like it. She rolls her hips again, and again, andgoddamnI’m about to lose my mind at just the thought of being inside her.

At the thought that she cares enough to learn me so thoroughly.

I suck on her nipple through her bra. Nick it with my teeth before moving to the other nipple.

“Cash,” she breathes. “This is torture. The sweetest torture.”

“Just you wait.”

Giving her nipple one last bite, I turn my attention to her hands. I watch her eyes as I wrap my belt around her wrists once, twice, buckling it tightly.

“Too tight?” I ask, slipping a finger inside the buckle to check.

“No.” She bites her lip. “I like it tight like this.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, Cash.”

“Tell me if it starts to hurt too much. And keep your arms above your head. Understood?”

“Yes.”