My rating: 2 of 5 stars
2 ⭐⭐ - Meh!
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Molly and Caspar ===> cheating IMO!
Caspar waited until Molly had unlocked hers and checked it out before opening the door to his own, fiercely resisting the temptation to cross the space between them. His body ached with tiredness from the drive and its anxiety, coupled with a very different kind of tension
He had just put his jeans back on and was drying off his hair when he heard it, a hesitant uncertain tapping on his door.
He reached it in two strides, pulling it open, expelling the hot, hard, aching breath of sharp desire he had inhaled and held as he prayed who his visitor might be.
'Molly!'
She shook her head.
'I was... I was...' He could see her swallow. 'I just wanted to be with you,' she told him huskily, a faint pink colour staining her skin as she looked nervously away from him.
When she started to remove her robe for a moment Caspar was too transfixed to move. Her skin was the colour of soft cream, her naked breasts full with rose-gilded nipples. As she dropped her robe to the floor it made a heavy clunking noise.
'My mobile,' she told him, following his downward gaze. 'Just in case...'
Her eyes darkened, her mouth trembling slightly.
'I shouldn't be doing this,' she said huskily. 'It's against all the "rules" and against my own rules, too,'
she admitted. 'It's so wrong.'
'No, it isn't,' Caspar corrected her gruffly as he stepped towards her and took hold of her.
'In fact, I can't think of anything that could possibly be more right. Have you any idea just how much I've been wanting youlike this?' he whispered hotly as he bent his head to kiss her.
His erection was hot and tight, straining against his jeans. Sliding his hands downwards until his fingers entangled in the ridiculous scrap of silk and lace pur-porting to cover her deliciously curved behind, he pulled her hard against himself, groaning into her hesitantly opening mouth as he felt the sensual weight and femaleness of her against his aroused body. His tongue rubbed against her lips, parting them and sliding, thrusting, eagerly inside them. Her mouth was as sweet and hot as he already knew her body would be.
As their mouths meshed, their tongues entangling, then pulling apart to explore further, he waited to feel the sweet savage bite of her teeth against the special sensual place just below his ear, his hands sliding from her buttocks up to her waist and then towards her breasts. Olivia loved it when he touched and stroked them and...
As she listened to him, a fierce wild sense of loss invaded Molly but she refused to give in to it. After all, hadn't she known all along that something like this would happen; that all the best men were inevitably already spoken for? Hadn't she known just from the way he said her name that he still loved his Olivia, even though he himself had tried to deny it?
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