fingers actually touched through her. The twin sensations sent her over the edge into a free fall of rapture.
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Chapter 6
The twin tempting scents of bacon and coffee teased her senses.
Molly sniffed, eyes still closed. Then she sniffed again, this time taking in a deep draught of air as she crested the surface of wakefulness. No mistaking it. Bacon. Coffee. During her sleep she must have been kidnapped by aliens and dragged into an alternate reality.
Then the activities of the night before spoke via their translator—a dull ache between her thighs—to remind her she was alive and well and living in her own reality, which just happened to be her best fantasy come to life.
She wondered which one of the men was the cook in the family, and blessed her good fortune that they wouldn’t automatically expect her to be all female on the domestic front.
The way she figured it, yowza between the sheets trumped talent with a spatula. If the reaction of the men in the middle of the night could be anything to go by, yowza she had.
Molly reached up to rub the rest of the sleep out of her eyes but halted before her fingers could make matters worse. It wasn’t sleep that clogged her peepers, but mascara, not removed properly the night before. Tossing the covers aside, she headed for the shower.
The clear glass enclosing the shower stall became opaque with steam. Molly made quick work of the task, emerging only minutes after having turned on the water. A fast snoop through drawers netted her some cotton pads and baby oil. Not the best tools for removing eye makeup, but, under the circumstances, it would have to do.
Alan came into the bathroom carrying a white shirt.
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“It’s Richard’s,” he said. Then he laughed. “We didn’t allow you so much as a tooth brush last night, did we?” Molly grinned back. “That’s all right. I’m pleased with how things worked out.”
“Breakfast is nearly ready,” Alan said. “Richard says come and eat. You’re going to need to keep up your strength.” Richard made breakfast and very nicely. She liked her bacon so crispy it melted in her mouth. Apparently, so did her lovers.
“Is there anyone who needs to know where you are?” Richard asked.
“No. I don’t call my mother every day.”
“All right. We’ll go over to your apartment tomorrow so you can grab a few clothes. I want you to stay here at least until the end of the week.”
“Still planning to get rid of me?” Even thinking for one moment that he might be gave her a sharp pain in the vicinity of her heart.
Everything she’d experienced last night not only turned her on more than anything ever had, it felt right.
Her instincts told her she belonged here with these men.
“No, but I’m not holding you to anything. This is your first ménage experience and your first taste of the Dom/sub lifestyle. It may tantalize for a time, but how do you know this is something you’d like to participate in for the long haul?” Molly cocked her head to one side. “You don’t have much faith in me.”
“Sweetheart, it’s not a question of faith,” Richard said. “You don’t know if you like something until you’ve taken a good taste of it. So far, you’ve only sipped at it. Once you get a mouthful, you may find you don’t care for it at all.”
“Seems to me I did have a mouthful last night,” she said. Molly slid a sideways glance at Alan, who simply sat, chin on his hand, and watched her and Richard—more or less how a spectator at a tennis match might watch the action between two players.
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She didn’t get the sense that his master told him to remain silent.
More, it seemed as if he chose not to speak.
Richard chuckled at her quick comeback. “You did, and it made a very arousing sight. But be that as it may, you need to know that if after this week you feel like this isn’t for you, we’re not going to hold it against you.”
“So what
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Chapter 6
The twin tempting scents of bacon and coffee teased her senses.
Molly sniffed, eyes still closed. Then she sniffed again, this time taking in a deep draught of air as she crested the surface of wakefulness. No mistaking it. Bacon. Coffee. During her sleep she must have been kidnapped by aliens and dragged into an alternate reality.
Then the activities of the night before spoke via their translator—a dull ache between her thighs—to remind her she was alive and well and living in her own reality, which just happened to be her best fantasy come to life.
She wondered which one of the men was the cook in the family, and blessed her good fortune that they wouldn’t automatically expect her to be all female on the domestic front.
The way she figured it, yowza between the sheets trumped talent with a spatula. If the reaction of the men in the middle of the night could be anything to go by, yowza she had.
Molly reached up to rub the rest of the sleep out of her eyes but halted before her fingers could make matters worse. It wasn’t sleep that clogged her peepers, but mascara, not removed properly the night before. Tossing the covers aside, she headed for the shower.
The clear glass enclosing the shower stall became opaque with steam. Molly made quick work of the task, emerging only minutes after having turned on the water. A fast snoop through drawers netted her some cotton pads and baby oil. Not the best tools for removing eye makeup, but, under the circumstances, it would have to do.
Alan came into the bathroom carrying a white shirt.
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“It’s Richard’s,” he said. Then he laughed. “We didn’t allow you so much as a tooth brush last night, did we?” Molly grinned back. “That’s all right. I’m pleased with how things worked out.”
“Breakfast is nearly ready,” Alan said. “Richard says come and eat. You’re going to need to keep up your strength.” Richard made breakfast and very nicely. She liked her bacon so crispy it melted in her mouth. Apparently, so did her lovers.
“Is there anyone who needs to know where you are?” Richard asked.
“No. I don’t call my mother every day.”
“All right. We’ll go over to your apartment tomorrow so you can grab a few clothes. I want you to stay here at least until the end of the week.”
“Still planning to get rid of me?” Even thinking for one moment that he might be gave her a sharp pain in the vicinity of her heart.
Everything she’d experienced last night not only turned her on more than anything ever had, it felt right.
Her instincts told her she belonged here with these men.
“No, but I’m not holding you to anything. This is your first ménage experience and your first taste of the Dom/sub lifestyle. It may tantalize for a time, but how do you know this is something you’d like to participate in for the long haul?” Molly cocked her head to one side. “You don’t have much faith in me.”
“Sweetheart, it’s not a question of faith,” Richard said. “You don’t know if you like something until you’ve taken a good taste of it. So far, you’ve only sipped at it. Once you get a mouthful, you may find you don’t care for it at all.”
“Seems to me I did have a mouthful last night,” she said. Molly slid a sideways glance at Alan, who simply sat, chin on his hand, and watched her and Richard—more or less how a spectator at a tennis match might watch the action between two players.
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She didn’t get the sense that his master told him to remain silent.
More, it seemed as if he chose not to speak.
Richard chuckled at her quick comeback. “You did, and it made a very arousing sight. But be that as it may, you need to know that if after this week you feel like this isn’t for you, we’re not going to hold it against you.”
“So what
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