arch until she’s right where I want her, bent beneath me by my direction, but completely at her will. Her mouth is glistening and waiting, her body is hot and shaking, and her breaths are shallow and ragged.
And I’m a fucking done man.
My mouth moves on hers like a hungry lion, more than ready for my meal but willing to wait if it means toying with my prey. I part her mouth the way I parted her dress, slowly exploring and gently tasting. Then I’m delving in with my tongue the way my fingers did her panties.
Maggie doesn’t realize this yet, but I like to take my time. I like the agony that comes before an explosive orgasm. And I’m going to love torturing her with slow hands, light touching, and a mouth so dirty, she’ll beg for mercy. I should warn her now. The only mercy I’ll be giving her is when I finally let her explode on my cock.
When I pull away from her mouth, I feel like she might buckle beneath me if I wasn’t holding her up. She clings to my arms, her eyes fluttering open as she does, and then she’s pulling in a long, deep breath.
“So how about that drink?” I ask.
She nods, and I chuckle before tugging her inside my condo and shutting the door behind us. I’m not letting her leave to change again.
I lead her to my kitchen and reach into my refrigerator to pull out a bottle of wine and two chilled glasses. “Good?”
Her back is to me, her eyes floating around the room. Then they snap to what I’m holding. “Fine with me.”
In that moment, I take in her unzipped dress and my unzipped pants and laugh at the image. She catches my gaze and faces me with a curious smile. “What?”
“I really do love that dress.” I step up to the island to uncork the bottle then pour two small glasses. I want a clear head for what I think—hope—might happen tonight.
“Thanks,” she says with pinking cheeks. “Monica made it for me.”
I knew Monica was a fashion-design student, but I didn’t realize her talents extended that far. “Tell her she did a great job, maybe too great of a job.”
Maggie grins. “I’ll let her know. I’m glad it’s still intact.” She winks, and I almost choke on my first sip of wine.
“Night’s not over.”
She turns away so I can’t see her expression and continues to walk around my condo. She passes the couch, walks the perimeter of the dining room, pausing at the bench seat under a large window, before making her way to the living room. She runs a finger against the white brick mantle above the fireplace then sits with her back to the flames before narrowing her eyes at me. “Your place is a lot bigger than mine.”
I smirk and walk toward her. “I pay a lot more than you do.”
She takes a sip of her wine and rolls her eyes. “Well then, maybe I need to find a new job, one that pays me more.”
I know she’s teasing, but I can’t resist a good verbal tennis match. “More than a rent-free condo, free rides, and free meals, plus a paycheck?” Now it’s my turn to take a sip while narrowing my eyes in a challenge and keeping my game-winning smile on my face.
“The view isn’t so bad either.”
Her words surprise me, only because of her casual tone that registers a layer of flirtation as she holds my eyes.
“It’s nice to know we’re on the same page.”
She grins. “For once.”
“Maybe this is the start of a new story, one where we share many pages.”
She lets out a light laugh. “You mean the story where the damsel in distress needs a tall, strong man to fight for her to the death.”
I shrug. “Sure. Or the one with the red room, the handcuffs, and the nipple clamps. Your choice.”
She almost chokes on her next sip of wine before swallowing it. “I wouldn’t put it past you to have a dungeon of sexual pleasure.”
“Good point, but I assure you, I don’t.” I’m studying her expression as she finishes the rest of her wine. All this talk of sex, jokingly or not, is throwing me off track. I hold out a hand, gesturing for her to give me her glass. When she does, I set mine and hers on the mantel. Then I reach out my hand again, my eyes gripping hers. “C’mere.”
She takes my hand and stands.
With my