6. Molly

CHAPTER 6

MOLLY

The early morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I blink awake, the events of the night before rushing back in a wave of warmth and tenderness. I'm nestled in Hunt's arms, his strong, steady presence a soothing comfort to my sore and aching body. My intimate muscles are tender, a reminder of the incredible intimacy we shared last night. A first for both of us.

I shift slightly, and the delicious ache down below screams just how intense and memorable last night was. Hunt stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. The soft smile that spreads across his face makes my heart pound in my chest.

"Good morning, goddess," he murmurs. His deep voice wraps around me, instantly waking up every one of my nerve endings.

"Good morning." I snuggle into his embrace. The sensation of being held by him, just waking up in his arms, is addicting, and I look forward to doing this every day for the rest of my life.

As he gently brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers leave a trail of warmth along my skin. "How are you feeling?"

How do I feel? I take a quick inventory and realize my girly parts are throbbing. "Sore," I admit with a shy smile, my cheeks flushing as we discuss my intimate issue. "But in a good way."

His chuckle vibrates through his chest, a sound that makes me grin. "Come on," he says, shifting to sit up and effortlessly pulling me with him. "Let's see if a hot shower helps relieve some of that soreness."

"It will have to be a quick shower since I only have two hours before I've got to leave for work." Thank God the bank doesn't open until nine am, or I'd never make it on time.

"I'll make sure you get there on time," he promises and slips out of the bed.

Before I can protest, he scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing before carrying me toward the bathroom. The feel of his skin against mine, his solid strength hugging my body close, sends a thrill through my already heightened senses.

The bathroom is a mixture of marble and polished chrome. He sets me down gently on the white marble counter before stepping into the large glass enclosure to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature and steam begins to fill the entire bathroom.

Hunt steps over to me, his hands warm and firm. "Let's get you in the shower," he says softly, lifting me and walking under the stream of warm water with me in his arms. As it cascades over us, the rest of the world falls away.

His touch is tender as he lathers soap over my body, yet it's charged with that same undeniable electricity that sparked between us last night, quickly evolving into a raging inferno.

As his hands caress my skin, I lean into him, letting the water wash away any remnants of sleepiness. Each movement, each touch, builds a pleasurable tension within me that obliterates any lingering discomfort.

The hot water mixes with the warmth of his caress, building my passion to a fever pitch. As he turns me to face him, the water runs over his strong, chiseled features. "Goddess," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. The look in his eyes is a mix of tenderness and raw desire. "I fucking need you."

I nod, lips parted but unable to form words. He kisses me then, a deep, lingering kiss that stirs every nerve ending to awaken. He sucks my tongue into his mouth while his hands roam all over my wet body, sending my arousal through the roof. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my over-sensitized skin, and despite the soreness, my body responds eagerly to his touch.

Before I know it, he lifts me, pressing me against the cool tiles of the shower wall. The contrast between the cold surface and the heat of his muscular body causes a full-body shiver to race through me. I wrap my legs around his hips and drag him closer, needing more. He understands my impatience. I cry out my relief when he places his cock at my wet opening and rotates his hips, giving me a taste of the pleasure that's coming.

I throw my head back, crying out his name when he suddenly thrusts deep, causing fireworks to blast off behind my closed eyelids.

"Look at me," he growls, and I drag my eyes open to stare into his. "Watch while I breed your gorgeous ass."

His eyes never leave mine, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and an incredible tenderness that makes my heart swell. Each thrust, each movement is filled with a promise—a promise of more mornings, more moments like this, where we're lost in each other.

We move together in a rhythm that feels instinctive and natural, like we've done this a thousand times before. The soreness fades into the background, replaced by waves of pleasure and the sheer intensity of our connection.

I dig my nails into his shoulder to hold on while he increases his speed, bringing me closer to orgasm.

The sound of our bodies pounding together under the water, the steam rising around us, and the feel of his warm breath brushing against the side of my neck all combine to create an incredibly intimate and powerful experience.

As the pleasure builds, cresting like a wave, I bury my face in his neck, our bodies moving faster, more desperate in their need. When a climax washes over me, I tighten my inner muscles, making sure to drag him along with me. His hard cock jerks deep inside me, reminding me of his desire to breed me.

He drops his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, concern flickering in his eyes.

I nod as a blissful smile spreads across my face. "More than okay. That was… incredible. When can we do it again?"

He throws back his head and laughs. "I've created a monster."

"That's right." I lay my head against his shoulder and tease, "Your very own cock-loving monster."

"I'll make sure you get a good dose of cock every day to keep your inner monster satisfied." He nips at my collarbone and my body instantly awakens, but I know I will never make it to work on time if we start all over again.

"That's an offer I can't refuse." The water continues to run over us as we stand there, wrapped in each other, reluctant to move. Eventually, we rinse the last of the soap away and step out, wrapping ourselves in large, fluffy towels.

The warm water from our long shower is still echoing in my senses as I scramble to get dressed. The clock seems to be moving at triple speed, and my typical busy morning looms menacingly in my mind.

Hunt throws on a pair of jogging pants and a tight T-shirt. "I'll make you some breakfast."

"I don't have time," I grumble, glancing around, hoping my shoes appear out of midair.

Beside me, Hunt watches with a furrowed brow, clearly not pleased with the rush.

"You need to eat something," he insists, concern evident in his voice.

I pull on my blouse, trying to keep my movements quick but efficient. "I know, but there's just no time. I'll have to grab something later." Like normal. I honestly can't remember the last time I was able to eat breakfast before work. I blame my tendency to hit the snooze button way too many times.

Hunt's frown deepens as he runs a hand through his damp hair. "Our baby needs nutrition."

I can see the worry in his eyes, but there's no escaping the ticking clock. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and I'm already halfway to the door. "We don't even know there's a baby."

"We're going to keep trying until there is one." His reluctance to leave without me eating something is palpable, but he grabs his keys and follows me out the door into the chilly morning air. "I can see I'm going to have to keep a close eye on you, goddess."

I know my habit of skipping meals isn't good for me, but it's often necessary. Especially since I tend to run late a good part of the time. His concern warms my heart. I've never had anyone worry about me. "I'll grab something after my meetings this morning."

Lucky for me, Hunt knows a shortcut to the bank and ends up dropping me off with three minutes to spare. I hurry into the bank with the lingering warmth of his concern following me.

The next hour passes in a blur of meetings, but the night with Hunt replays through my mind, turning me into a mass of nerves.

After the first round of meetings, the adrenaline starts to wear off, and I can feel the effects of skipping breakfast. My stomach grumbles loudly, a harsh reminder of my oversight. I glance at the clock, realizing there's still a good hour before I have even a brief window to grab anything.

As I sit back in my chair, trying to focus on the numbers in front of me, my phone buzzes with a text from Hunt.

Hunt

Have you eaten?

Me

Not yet, really slammed here. But I will soon.

Hunt

Hold on, I'll see what I can do.

I dive back into all the work spread out before me, trying to prepare for the next round of meetings, and lose track of time. A while later, I look up to see Hunt walking toward my desk with a brown paper bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. His grin is broad and playful, but his eyes are filled with the heat that causes my girly parts to melt.

"Hi." He leans over and places a kiss on my cheek before setting the bag on my desk.

I reach inside the bag and find a breakfast sandwich and some cut fruit.

"You didn't have to do this." But I'm so freaking glad he did.

"I couldn't let my goddess go hungry. Not on my watch."

His gesture melts my heart. If I hadn't fallen in love with him the first moment we met, he would've just stolen my heart. I reach for the breakfast sandwich. "Thank you. You're great."

"I know." He wiggles his eyebrows. "I'll remind you just how great I am when you get off work."

"I can't wait." Oh, man. How am I going to get through the next few hours anticipating what Hunt has planned for me?

After he leaves, I gobble down the sandwich before heading up to the executive offices for the next round of meetings.

Over the next two weeks, our lives blend together into a united rhythm. After each workday at the bank, I find myself drawn to Hunt's house, where he welcomes me with open arms and a smile that makes all the stress of the day melt away.

We fall into an easy routine, a dance of familiarity and discovery. The evenings are a mix of homemade dinners—sometimes Hunt's expertly grilled steaks, other times my own attempts at pasta—and quiet, intimate conversations that stretch late into the night. We talk about everything and nothing in particular, learning each other's stories, desires, and dreams.

The only dark cloud in my sunny world is dealing with his former career. People flock to him anytime we go out together. The men usually bring up his injury, which he hates, or the women eye him like a perfectly cooked steak, which I hate. Neither of us has been handling going out in public well, so we're starting to spend more time at his gorgeous home.

Cash Montoya stops by my desk one morning with a directive that leaves me both surprised and honestly relieved.

"Good morning, Molly," he says, his usual stern demeanor softening slightly with a smile. "I wanted to let you know that moving forward, your primary focus will be handling Hunt Sola's portfolio and investments. We believe your expertise and familiarity with his accounts will ensure top-notch service for our very important client."

I blink, processing his words. "Of course, Mr. Montoya. Thank you for the trust."

"It's well-placed," he replies before heading off to his next task.

With the new directive, my days become more streamlined. Instead of juggling multiple accounts, I focus solely on Hunt's financial needs, ensuring his investments are managed with precision and care. The work is gratifying, and the added time it frees up allows me to leave the bank a little earlier, eager to spend my evenings with Hunt.

One Friday night, after a particularly long week, I arrive to find Hunt waiting with takeout from my favorite restaurant. He pulls me into a hug as soon as I step in the door. "Rough day?" he asks, his voice a soothing balm.

"It was so long." I sigh, resting my head against his chest. "But it's all better now."

He kisses the top of my head, holding me close to his warm, muscular body. "Come on, let's eat and relax," he breathes against my ear before leading me to the kitchen where the table is set with candles, the flickering light casting a warm glow.

We eat, laugh, and unwind, and by the time we go to bed, I feel lighter, as if the weight of the long week has been lifted off my shoulders.

The next morning, as I snuggle into his arms, Hunt stretches. "I love waking up with you, goddess," he says, his voice husky with sleep. "But it's way too goddamn early to get up."

"I know, but I'm wide awake." I wiggle closer to him and throw my leg over his. He runs his hands down my back to my rear end, sending electricity flowing down my spine. His cock grows hard against my stomach, and I reach between us to wrap my hand around it. "And I think you're wide awake, too."

"That I am."