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Authors: Jennifer Snow
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next weekend?”
“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. I’ve been offered a real job in Buffalo, and I’ve accepted.”
****
“Mike offered you a position with the new Buffalo office?” Aiden turned to her the moment the door closed behind Mel Bishop.
“Yes, this morning.” Molly picked up the coffee cup and went to the kitchen.
Aiden followed. “And you accepted?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Molly opened the shopping bag on the counter and took out the ingredients she’d bought to make him dinner. That wouldn’t be happening now.
“So you’re moving? Just like that? What about…”
“You? Aiden, I told you there’s nothing between us. It was one stupid kiss and a night when I mistakenly turned to you for comfort.” She opened the fridge and tossed the vegetables into the crisper.
“You don’t believe that any more than I do.” He leaned against the counter and studied her.
Her expression was blank. “Look, it’s the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, and there’s nothing keeping me here in Manhattan.” She took the pasta sauce from the bag.
“Well that’s about to change.” In three long strides he’d crossed the kitchen. His solid arms pulled her toward him. The pasta sauce fell to floor, shattering the glass bottle. In one swift move, he’d lifted her from the ground and cradled her in his arms. He carried her from the kitchen and headed toward her bedroom.
“Put me down! What are you doing?” Molly struggled to get down.
His grip tightened on her. “What I should have done last night.” He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and advanced toward the unmade bed.
“Aiden, this isn’t a good idea.” Molly protested.
He dropped her onto the bed and reached for the buttons on her sweater. He pulled, and the buttons flew across the room.
“That sweater cost two hundred dollars.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He lowered his head to place a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone, to the hollow between her breasts, all the way to her belly button.
Molly moaned, and her hands tangled in his hair as he went lower. “Aiden, please. I don’t feel anything for you.”
He pulled her skirt up around her hips, and his fingers found their way inside her lacy thong.
“Oh my God.” Molly arched her back and spread her legs wider.
“Still want me to stop?” Aiden’s breath was against the inside of her thigh.
Molly struggled to breathe. Goose bumps covered the surface of her body. She trembled with desire and need. “We should.” As she said the words her hands grabbed his sweater, pulling it over his head.
“Molly, for once, quit making things so difficult.” He’d stopped, and his eyes burrowed into hers, daring her to deny what they both wanted.
She shivered in anticipation and longing. Her nipples tingled beneath the lace of her bra. She reached behind and undid the clasp, then tossed the bra to the floor.
He gasped at her beauty. “Molly you’re killing me. Tell me you want me to make love to you.” He begged, kissed each nipple, then rested his head against her naked chest.
“I want you to make love to me,” she whispered, guiding his lips to hers.
Her kiss was soft, teasing, and he chuckled.
“What?”
“Do you still think I’m predictable?” He slid his tongue along her lower lip.
“I don’t know. Are you still going to eat turkey sandwiches every day when I’m in Buffalo?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.
He pulled away and sat up. “Like hell you’re still planning to take that position.”
“Excuse me?” Molly reached for the blanket and wrapped it around her thin frame. “Who do you think you are? You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my…”
“Father. No, I know, and I’d hoped by now you’d figured it out. I’m nothing like him. Actually, you know what? I am a bit like him. I want what’s best for you.” He rolled off her and sat on the bed.
“And how do
“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. I’ve been offered a real job in Buffalo, and I’ve accepted.”
****
“Mike offered you a position with the new Buffalo office?” Aiden turned to her the moment the door closed behind Mel Bishop.
“Yes, this morning.” Molly picked up the coffee cup and went to the kitchen.
Aiden followed. “And you accepted?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Molly opened the shopping bag on the counter and took out the ingredients she’d bought to make him dinner. That wouldn’t be happening now.
“So you’re moving? Just like that? What about…”
“You? Aiden, I told you there’s nothing between us. It was one stupid kiss and a night when I mistakenly turned to you for comfort.” She opened the fridge and tossed the vegetables into the crisper.
“You don’t believe that any more than I do.” He leaned against the counter and studied her.
Her expression was blank. “Look, it’s the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, and there’s nothing keeping me here in Manhattan.” She took the pasta sauce from the bag.
“Well that’s about to change.” In three long strides he’d crossed the kitchen. His solid arms pulled her toward him. The pasta sauce fell to floor, shattering the glass bottle. In one swift move, he’d lifted her from the ground and cradled her in his arms. He carried her from the kitchen and headed toward her bedroom.
“Put me down! What are you doing?” Molly struggled to get down.
His grip tightened on her. “What I should have done last night.” He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and advanced toward the unmade bed.
“Aiden, this isn’t a good idea.” Molly protested.
He dropped her onto the bed and reached for the buttons on her sweater. He pulled, and the buttons flew across the room.
“That sweater cost two hundred dollars.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He lowered his head to place a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone, to the hollow between her breasts, all the way to her belly button.
Molly moaned, and her hands tangled in his hair as he went lower. “Aiden, please. I don’t feel anything for you.”
He pulled her skirt up around her hips, and his fingers found their way inside her lacy thong.
“Oh my God.” Molly arched her back and spread her legs wider.
“Still want me to stop?” Aiden’s breath was against the inside of her thigh.
Molly struggled to breathe. Goose bumps covered the surface of her body. She trembled with desire and need. “We should.” As she said the words her hands grabbed his sweater, pulling it over his head.
“Molly, for once, quit making things so difficult.” He’d stopped, and his eyes burrowed into hers, daring her to deny what they both wanted.
She shivered in anticipation and longing. Her nipples tingled beneath the lace of her bra. She reached behind and undid the clasp, then tossed the bra to the floor.
He gasped at her beauty. “Molly you’re killing me. Tell me you want me to make love to you.” He begged, kissed each nipple, then rested his head against her naked chest.
“I want you to make love to me,” she whispered, guiding his lips to hers.
Her kiss was soft, teasing, and he chuckled.
“What?”
“Do you still think I’m predictable?” He slid his tongue along her lower lip.
“I don’t know. Are you still going to eat turkey sandwiches every day when I’m in Buffalo?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.
He pulled away and sat up. “Like hell you’re still planning to take that position.”
“Excuse me?” Molly reached for the blanket and wrapped it around her thin frame. “Who do you think you are? You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my…”
“Father. No, I know, and I’d hoped by now you’d figured it out. I’m nothing like him. Actually, you know what? I am a bit like him. I want what’s best for you.” He rolled off her and sat on the bed.
“And how do
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