Winning Molly

By Bobbie Russell

A one night stand with a beautiful, mysterious stranger should have been enough, but soon Win's involved in a race against the clock to prevent a murder.

Her bike was parked in the sand by his beach house, but when Win Coulter catches up with Molly at the water's edge and accuses her of trespassing, she wants much more from him than the right to walk on the beach.

Win, a gentle computer wizard, is happy to comply with her request for hot wild sex, but he quickly becomes both lover and protector when Molly and her father are threatened.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Jan 12, 2009
• ISBN: 9781906811556

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Winning Molly

ISBN #978-1-906811-55-6

©Copyright Bobbie Russell 2009

Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright January 2009

Edited by Michele Paulin

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

WINNING MOLLY

Bobbie Russell

Dedication

To Jamie – friends always

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

iPod: Apple, Inc.

Polo: Polo Ralph Lauren USA Holding Inc.

Chapter One

Win dropped his computer case on the overstuffed chair in the living room as he made his way to the wide, sliding glass doors that opened onto his deck. His furniture was arranged so that nothing interfered with his beeline each day from the front door.

He took a deep breath, sucking in the clean ocean air like a starving man, and perhaps he was. The critical role his computer company played in national security was at times unbearably stressful, and the only saving grace in living on the east coast anywhere close to Washington DC was his beach house.

The entire east side was nothing but glass, and while he had drapes and blinds, they were rarely closed to the magnificent ocean view. The floor-to-ceiling glass partitions receded back into the side walls, and when he wanted, which was almost always, his house was totally open to the beach and ocean. His deck ran the length of the house with doors to both the living room and his bedroom. The bathroom and another room he used as an office sat at the front of the house, and his kitchen was to the right of the living room. The cottage was small but perfect for his needs.

He closed his eyes and let his senses soak in the smell of the salt in the air, the cries of the gulls and the lingering heat from the setting sun.

Ouch, damn. The soft expletive wafted across the distance on the breeze.

Win’s eyes popped open. His house sat on a solitary stretch of beach, the surf and undertow stronger than was safe for a public swimming area, which was fine with him. So who was invading his space?

A slender figure, her back to him, shook her hand as she walked away from a bicycle leaning against the section of picket fence that ran the length of his property towards the water. Another section of fence ran perpendicular to this, helping to keep the sand from blowing and supposedly acting as a barricade to keep people off his beach.

His eyes narrowed as he watched her weave around one fence and then walk along the other to the end. What happened to his damned no trespassing signs, he wondered as he yanked off his shoes and socks and took off after her. Legally, he supposed that anyone could walk this beach, for it stretched along the entire frigging east coast, but he still considered it private. At least the path, she had taken to get to the beach was private, and that would be his defence when he kicked her off.

Hey! he shouted as he stomped across the loose sand. The storm the other night had left the usually pristine sand littered with sticks and debris, and he tried to watch where he walked at the same time keeping her in sight. She paid him no mind, walking straight for the water.

"Shit, do not go in that water," he mumbled, knowing she wouldn’t hear him even if he shouted. The breeze blew his words back at him. He could see it now. Some unsuspecting woman deciding to take a swim in the cool September water, getting dragged down in the undertow and he would have to go in and save her. He glanced down at his gabardine slacks with a sigh.

When he looked back up, she had stopped at the water’s edge, the waves lapping at slender, bare ankles. Something about her demeanour made him stop and watch instead of approaching. She stood very still, looking neither right nor left but straight out to sea. She reached up and gathered her long brown hair in her hands, twisting it around and pulling it over one shoulder. Her other hand dropped back to her side.

Win had always appreciated the female form, and even though this woman had trespassed—well, sort of—he still admired her slender frame. The skirt she wore came to mid-calf, but with the wind, he caught a glimpse of the back of her knees and a little of her pale thighs. His mouth watered, thinking about kissing that sensitive area, and sliding his tongue up along the inside of her thigh to the very centre of her.

That was all it took for his cock to come to attention. He’d been so busy with the latest security endeavours there had been no time for a relationship. Lydia, his last girlfriend, had broken off with him six months ago for just that reason. The sex had been great, but truth be told, she was right. She deserved better. Still, he missed the sex.

He dropped his chin to his chest, shaking his head. Hell, he didn’t even know this woman’s name and he was thinking about sex?

Well, you never know unless you ask, he muttered, stepping forward. Excuse me? he said as he approached, not wanting to scare her.

She didn’t turn.

Hello? He took another step, off to the side so she could see him.

She smiled, still not turning. Does the ocean call you, too? Every day, I come just to listen. I am so in awe of how grand it is and the virtual limitlessness of it all. A throaty giggle escaped before she clasped a hand over her mouth. Is that even a word, I wonder?

She finally turned towards him and he nearly drowned in the dark sea green of her eyes. Deep set, with long dark lashes, they scrutinised his face but went no further than the base of his neck. Still, his cock was yelling,—Look down here.

You’re trespassing. Damn, why was that the first thing out of his mouth?

Am I? She glanced back over her shoulder to his house. I come down here every day, and I’ve only seen you once or twice from a distance. Why haven’t you accosted me before? Her teasing sarcasm hit home.

I’ve been out of town until today. I’m sorry. It’s just that this is a private beach. Well, the pathways to it are private at any rate. He found himself stumbling over his words. He was usually quite smooth around beautiful women. There was something about her that he couldn’t identify, some mystic surrounding her. He wanted desperately to find out more about her.

Let’s start again. My name—

She lifted a finger to his lips, silencing him as she graced him with another smile. "Don’t. I don’t need to know your name. I can see it in