mean she will reciprocate. But when she weaves those long, thin fingers through my hair and pulls me into a deeper kiss, I know I’m not alone.
I’ve managed to open her sweater and reveal her perfect tits, which appear to be starved for attention. I grip a breast and pull it into my mouth, circling her sensitive peak with my tongue before moving on to the next one as she squirms underneath me. “Maybe we should go back to your place if we’re going to do this.”
I put her nipple between my teeth and squeeze just hard enough to earn a groan from Maggie, and then I look up into her sedated eyes. “I’d much rather fuck you on this couch if I’m being honest.”
“By all means, don’t hold back.”
My mouth roams her bare skin, exploring every inch with soft nibbles, licks, and kisses, until I’m at her belly. Her back arches beneath me. Her tits are aimed straight for the air, and her body quivers in my hold. I know what she wants, and I have every intention of giving it to her. My hands slide around her waistband before I start to peel it from her skin. I’ve always loved food, but I’ve never been addicted to the taste of anything quite like Maggie.
She pushes up her hips to help me slide her pants away when a loud knock comes from the front door. “Shit,” I say at her navel, because holy hell, I don’t want to stop. Maybe I won’t. It’s not like whoever is on the other side of the tinted glass will be able to make out that there are two bodies fucking like rabbits on the couch.
“Desmond.” Maggie’s tone is filled with warning, shattering any fantasy I have of continuing.
“They’ll go away,” I try.
“I think it’s Faye.” This time she hisses the words, like someone will be able to hear us.
But it can’t possibly be Faye. I haven’t heard from her since the dreadful auditions last week. She’d walked out without a word regarding the women she’d just auditioned or what the next plan of action was. I guess I hadn’t pushed either.
I wince. “She’s either here to let me down gently or to tell me the new plan.” I look over my shoulder and see a figure beyond the glass. There’s no mistaking who the short-haired woman is. I stand and help Maggie up then sigh when I watch her button her sweater. “Why can’t you just be my cohost? You’re already my assistant. It actually makes a lot of sense if you think about it.”
Maggie bats her bottomless brown eyes up at me, surprised. “I already gave Faye my answer. I can’t go back on that now. But I’ll still be here with you every step of the way. “You still want the show, right?”
“Want is a pretty strong word, but I need the funding if I’m going to grow this place. The show just seemed like the perfect opportunity.”
Maggie shrugs, and I can feel her trying to play devil’s advocate. “A better opportunity could come along.”
I shake my head and sigh. “A better opportunity than a television show? I don’t know, Maggie.”
She smiles and rises onto her toes then presses a kiss to my lips. “Then stop questioning it. Open the door and talk to the woman. If you need me, I’ll be right here.”
“Okay,” I whisper against her lips. “Only because you said so.”
Faye’s smile is bright and wide when I open the door, but something about it makes me feel uneasy. “Nice to see you again, Faye.”
She laughs. “You say that like you’re surprised to see me. It’s Monday, silly.”
I twist up my mouth with my confusion. “You didn’t say you’d be back today. In fact, you didn’t say anything at all when you left last week.”
“Well,” she starts slowly and pointedly. “That’s because I’ve been quite busy working on a contingency plan after that disaster of an audition last week. And I’ve got one.” She searches the room until her smile stops on Maggie. “Hi, Maggie.”
Maggie waves from the kitchen island. “Hey, Faye.”
Faye turns back to me. “Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
I gesture for her to come in. She breezes by me and heads straight for the couch I was just making out with Maggie on. I stifle my amusement and take a seat on the chair adjacent to her. “So let’s hear it.” I try to sound chipper to match her mood, but I