Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott’s lap, she knew her life was changing forever.

Scott was not looking to work with his father’s company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called “adult decisions”. His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his own boss, business owner. In order to do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is literally kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time.

Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found.
Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.

The Dom That Got Away: The Lost Dom Series

I growled into the phone and watched Molly jump slightly. She had misinterpreted my growl as a sign that I was angry at her. 


"I'm so sorry, little one. You did so well. It's time for your reward," I told Molly, trying to bury my anger. 


I didn't want to worry her or let my fury at Dubois ruin this moment for her. Locking my eyes on her dripping wet pussy, I watched her fingers flick, pinch, and tweak her engorged clit. It was interesting to watch her play with herself, and it gave me some delicious ideas about what to do in the future. 


"Cum for me, precious. Don't hold back, either. I want to hear you scream my name," I told her. 


Molly's hips began to buck, and her moans grew louder until she stiffened, swept away in her orgasm. My name was shouted as a fresh rush of liquid coated her swollen nether lips and fingers. Molly's fingers slowed as she gasped and rode the waves of pleasure. 


Chapter 53: Spoken Words