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“Yessir.”

Her swollen lips curl into a smirk. “Yessir.”

“That’s better.”

Then I’m trailing my hands down her body and I’m pulling off her skirt. I’m unfastening her bra and shoving that up by her shirt.

Then I straighten, standing at the edge of the bed. Immediately, she bends her legs and pulls them together.

“Nuh-uh.” I reach behind my head to grasp the back collar of my shirt. “Open your legs. Right now, Mollie. I wanna see you. All of you.”

I yank off my shirt and toss it on a nearby chair. I’m pleased to see Mollie obey me, her knees falling apart on the mattress.

My heart thumps at the sight of her swollen pink slit. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, a little lusher on the top.

I run my thumb over it. “I’m glad you left this.”

“I’m glad you took your shirt off. Jesus Christ, Cash.”

She laughs when I run a hand over my chest, my fingers catching in the thick, wiry hair there. “You like hair too?”

“I love it. Can I really not touch you?” She wiggles her fingers.

Shaking my head, it’s my turn to smirk. “Not this round. Next one maybe. If you listen.”

“I think I’ve proved I’m coachable.”

I unbutton my jeans and push them down, along with mybriefs. Stepping out of my boots, I shove everything aside so I’m standing in front of Mollie, naked as the day I was born.

Mollie’s eyes catch on my cock. Her mouth forms a neat littleO. “Of course you’d have a beautiful dick.”

“Why didn’t you say so in the truck?” I fist myself in my hand and tug. A lazy, indulgent pull that makes my balls contract.

“I couldn’t see it this well in the truck. You’re—it’s not fair, Cash. God pulled out all the stops when he made you. Shoulda left some pretty pieces for the rest of us.”

I laugh, reaching for her pussy with my other hand. “You got lots of pretty pieces, honey.” Stroking my thumb up her length, I suck in a breath when I feel just how wet she is.

Her body jerks when I circle my thumb over her clit.

Her smirk fades. “Please, Cash. I want you there. Inside me. Please.”

I stroke myself again, and again, the pressure inside me sharp-edged as I continue to pleasure her too. My mouth goes dry as I rake my eyes over her body. She looks gorgeous with her tits thrust up high, her arms pulled over her head. She’s all long legs and soft curves. Luscious hips. Full, pouty mouth.

Her hips rise to meet my touch. I dip my thumb inside her. Curse at how small and sweet and perfect she is.

The thought grips me:no one else.

I don’t want anyone else knowing what she feels like here.

I don’t want her learning anyone else the way she’s learning me.

Fuck, I’m in deep. If punching a guy because he hurt her feelings wasn’t a sign, me blurting, “We gotta use condoms?” certainly is.

Mollie’s eyelashes flutter. Her eyes go dark. I can’t tell if that darkness is arousal or disgust.

Rolling my thumb over her clit, I continue, “I never ask that because the answer should always be yes.”

Breathless, Mollie nods. “It should be, yeah.”