car in reverse. He’d done the right thing. Choosing Molly had been the right choice. He couldn’t doubt that, and he couldn’t let the what ifs creep into his head. Besides, if he played his cards right, he might end up with the house as well.
Chapter Eight
Molly stared in the mirror as she applied her makeup. She never wore makeup to work. Never. And now she had her hair curled and more eyeliner applied than she meant to put on. Her eyes really stood out. She glanced down at her purple scrubs. The way she looked, she should have a ball gown on, not these super comfortable clothes.
She zipped up her makeup bag and tossed it in the drawer. Maybe she should call in sick and show that man she was serious about not going out with him. Hell, not only was he in her life constantly, but in her dreams. Only last night, as she tossed and turned, the scene in his office yesterday played out much differently.
She leaned up against him, her lips firmly pressed against his. Almost immediately, they both opened to one another, letting their tongues dart in. It was electric, and the need for more raced through her. She grabbed him, caressed him, and explored him eagerly. He did the same, hitching up her skirt to cup her bottom.
His two big hands lifted her up by her ass and carried her to his desk. While holding her with one arm, he used the other to toss everything off his desk. Luke then laid her down on the glazed wood. He took a full tour of her body with his mouth, teasing her by leaving all her clothes on. He’d made sure to take an extra long detour between her legs, soaking her panties not only from the inside, but the outside as well. Desire stirred through her. She needed him burrowed deep within her. Needed to feel a man inside her, heightening her senses—not a piece of plastic.
The next thing she knew, she was naked and so was he. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was plunging into her. She called out his name repeatedly as he gazed lovingly down at her. It felt astonishingly good. Every nerve in her body was on fire, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through. She didn’t want the pleasure to ever end.
Her eyes opened, and she stared up at ceiling, panting. She pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her body was covered in sweat, and her breathing was short. As she caught her breath and cooled off under the fan, she couldn’t believe what had just happened. Luke had given her one of the best orgasms she’d had in a while—and he didn’t even know it.
Each time she shut her eyes, he was there again and they were kissing. And now he was taking her to lunch. She didn’t know if she could look him in the eyes.
As the morning progressed, Molly had tried to keep her mind on work, but her body kept reminding her of Luke. She had to keep her arms crossed—her nipples hadn’t gotten the memo that it had been a dream! The man should be out of her life by now. The house was hers.
“Molly.” Sandy stood at the nurses’ station.
Taking in a deep breath, thankful her friend might give her a bit of distraction, she trudged over to her.
“You OK? Your cheeks have been flushed all day.” Sandy leaned in closer. “To be honest, you’re glowing. Got anything to share?”
Molly’s cheeks burned. “No!”
“Just checking.” She winked.
“I’ve got to call my realtor. I think today was the termite inspection.” Molly escaped the amused look from her friend. If an erotic dream from Luke was affecting her this much, imagine if she really slept with him.
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By the time lunch came, Molly was freaking out. It hadn’t helped that all morning Theresa and Sandy hounded her about the date. They went on and on about how handsome Luke was and what it would be like to kiss him. Would it be a heart-stopping type of kiss? Molly was positive it would be that type of kiss. Heck, they’d had an almost-kiss the day before, and it had nearly caused her to stop breathing.
When the receptionist up front gave the all clear, Molly feared she was going to have a panic attack. Lunch was a horrible idea. Once again she cursed herself for not coming up with some sort