Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight) by Lily Rede, Jane Gaudet Page A

him as her man.
    He
was irritated that it was at least fifty percent his fault.
    He
was going to have to apologize to Bree and the rest of the family. At some
point they were just going to stop including him, and that thought hurt
far more than he expected it to.
    Right
now, Jack was going to bury himself in work and go back to his original plan –
avoiding Molly Callahan at all costs.
    SHIT.
    He
pulled harder, and the tablet slipped back to its original spot.
    “Fuck,”
Jack muttered.
    “You’re
going to give yourself a stroke,” said Molly, stepping into the clearing.
    Jack
froze.
    “How
did you find me?”
    She
rolled her eyes.
    “This
island is the size of a postage stamp. There are only so many places you could
be.”
    “What
do you want, Molly?”
    He
collapsed on the bank, knees on his elbows.
    “I
came here to ask you how you feel about me.”
    Jack
frowned.
    “I
don’t think it matters anymore.”
    “I
think it’s the only thing that matters,” said Molly, and tugged off her sundress,
kicking off her sandals.
    She
was naked underneath, and Jack could only stare, jaw dropped, as she stepped
into the cool water of the pool and started across to him. Her nipples puckered
with the chill.
    “Don’t
do this,” begged Jack, “I can’t be around you and not touch you, Molly. And I
can’t touch you and pretend a fling is enough. It’s bad enough that you’ve
ruined every family gathering for me for the rest of my life.”
    “You
don’t even like my family.”
    Jack
laughed, harsh.
    “I
love your family. But I’m not one of them.”
    Molly
tsked, ducking down to soak her hair, rising like the goddess of his dreams.
    “Shit,
that’s cold! Of course you’re one of them. They drag you everywhere, drive you
totally batty, and set a place for you without asking.”
    She
reached for his hands and tugged him into the water.
    Like
a sailor lured to his doom.
    “I
should have told them the minute they arrived.”
    “Told
them what?”
    It
was hard to concentrate with Molly slowly undoing his wet shorts.
    “That
you were mine.”
    She
paused, uncertain.
    “If
you want to be, of course.”
    “For
how long?” he asked, hope making his blood pound.
    “For
as long as humanly possible,” Molly said firmly.
    “But
I don’t do relationships,” he said.
    Molly
tugged his shorts down.
    “Good.
The only relationship you should be doing, singular, is me.”
    She
wrapped her hand around his cock and he stifled a whimper.
    “Besides,
I already told my family to leave my boyfriend alone while he’s trying to work.
So, you’re going to have to deal with that. Sorry.”
    Jack
shuddered as she started to stroke him, but tried to focus on her words.
    “What
if I’m a terrible boyfriend?”
    “Then
I’ll totally let you know, and you can make it up to me.”
    “But
I’m out of the country half the time, and – ”
    Molly
nudged him back until they were pressed against the stone wall next to the
pounding water.
    “And
I’m up to my ears in pre-teens nine months out of the year. We’ll manage. I’ve
never had video chat sex, but I’m sure it’s fun,” she said conversationally, “You
can buy me some new sex toys to try out.”
    She
maneuvered him until her back was to the wall.
    “Now,
you’ve got your hot, naked girlfriend pinned underneath a tropical waterfall,
and about an hour until her family can’t help themselves and come looking for
us. Do you really want to waste time on logistics?”
    The
frown smoothed away from Jack’s face, and he grinned, hoisting Molly up to wrap
her legs around his waist.
    “Girlfriend,
huh?”
    “And
occasional love slave, proofreader, and family intermediary.”
    “Works
for me,” he said, and kissed her as he slid home.
     
    THE END