Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Most importantly, this is the home where I asked my wife to marry me. Where I’d gotten her pregnant and brought our first child home to. We’d even gotten married in the backyard. This home belonged to the Score family, and I wasn’t going to let someone like Heidi take that from us.
“Bringing me lunch?” I smirk. Molly rolls her eyes at me. I already had breakfast and her for dessert. “Come here,” I order her. She licks her lips, her eyes lighting up. Even after all these years, we can’t get enough of each other. I doubt we ever will.
“We don’t have time for this.” Even as she utters the words, she’s making her way over to my desk. I push back, making room for her. “I have to pick up Riley.” I reach up and brush the flour off her cheek.
My wife has become quite the cook over the years. I never would have pressured Molly to be a stay-at-home mom, but she took to it and seemed to love it. She once told me that while she couldn’t have asked for a better mom, at times she would have liked to have been able to spend more time with her.
Grace not only raised Molly on her own but put herself through college too. She’d done it all without help. Molly told me sometimes she’d go to work with her mom at the diner and read while her mom worked. As much as she admired her mom, Molly longed for something different, and so did I. Seeing her with our son often makes my chest ache. At times I’m almost thankful for Heidi. She put my father on the path to finding Grace, who then brought my Molly into my world.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not thankful enough to Heidi to not send her ass to jail. I can still be a cold bastard when it comes to anyone thinking they can try to destroy my family.
“I want to check on you.” I push farther back in my chair and spread my thighs. “Lift the dress.” She does as I ask, pulling it all the way up past her growing baby bump. “What do we have here?” I rub the wet spot on the outside of her white silk panties.
“Asher.” She moans. I pull her panties to the side and lean forward to have a taste of my wife. She leans up against my desk as I tongue her clit. It doesn’t take me long to have her coming on my face. I know my wife's body. I can drag her pleasure out or give it to her quickly. As the orgasm washes over her, I pull her into my lap, fixing her dress. My hand rests on her stomach.
Molly didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. I really didn’t care. She’d only wanted to wait to start trying when we knew Riley would be entering pre-k. She wants to make sure she can give each of our children their own time at home. All I cared about was them being healthy, but I wouldn’t be mad to have a baby girl with Molly’s eyes and sweet personality.
The world could use more people with souls like hers. I’ve never known someone to be more compassionate and understanding than her. It’s why she can only focus on one charity foundation. She gives everything her all, and it’s my job to make sure she doesn’t overdo it. It might have taken Molly some time to figure out what she wanted in life, but once she did, there was no stopping my girl.
“Do you need me to take care of you?” She toys with the button on my shirt as she tries to slide off my lap.
“If you think I’m letting my wife get on her knees while she’s pregnant to suck me off on hardwood floors, you’ve lost your damn mind.”
“Whatever,” she huffs.
“You’ll make it up to me later.” I nibble her neck.
“Fine, but I’ve got to go.” She tries to get up from my lap.
“You think I’m letting you go alone? I saw those fuckers checking you out this morning, love.”
Molly lets out an adorable giggle that goes straight to my already hard cock. “No one is checking me out. I’m a hot mess compared to all the other moms at that freaking fancy school.” Molly hadn’t been so sure on the whole private school thing, but I pointed out that a big portion of it was about security. We come from a very wealthy family, and that means we need extra protection.
“That’s exactly why they’re checking you out. You show up in yoga pants and sneakers with your hair piled on your head and flour dusting your cheeks while all their wives are stiff as a board.”