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  “Oh God yes. Do it, Rob. I need you to eat my pussy now.” Her body shivered with anticipation. She looked down and the sight of his dark head buried between her legs caused a wild, tingling to rush through her body.

  “Yes ma’am.” His chuckle sounded from between her legs as his tongue laved at her.

  Lifting her hips from the mattress, Rob licked her from her ass to her clit. Long slow strokes, followed by the deliberate brush of his whiskers against her skin. He kept up the rhythm until she was panting on the bed. Holding her immobile against his mouth, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, Rob allowed her no mercy as he licked and laved at her. Suckling her, he brought her to the edge of the precipice time and again. She wanted to fall over it, to come against his mouth, soaking him with her wetness, but at the last second he pulled back.

  “Fuck me with your mouth and your fingers. I want to feel all of you.”

  “Demanding, aren’t you?” He looked up at her from between her legs, then lowered his head and buried his mouth in her pussy and suckled her. He pushed two fingers inside her and then three. Pumping her with his hand, he mimicked the same motion with his tongue as he finger-fucked her.

  Maggie writhed on the bed, her pussy pressed tightly to his face, her juices soaking his chin and his fingers wedged deep within her.

  Thrashing her head side to side, her hands holding fistfuls of the covers, she wanted more. She rotated her hips, gyrating against him, fucking his face. Maggie wordlessly begged for more. Her entire being focused on his tongue licking her pussy and his fingers doing what they were doing. And she prayed he wouldn’t stop either one until she was sated.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to come. Rob, I need to come.”

  Rob lifted his head. “Do it, baby, now. Give it to me. Fuck my mouth. Let me see you come. Cream all over me while I watch you.”

  His words, spurred on by his mouth and relentless fingers, put Maggie over the edge this time. She grabbed for the pillows behind her head and rocked her hips on the mattress. “Yes, yes, Rob. Harder. Oh God, harder please. Fuck me harder. I need it harder.”

  Grinding her pussy on his face, Maggie gave one last wild roll of her hips and came. She loved the feel of him between her legs. The wetness ran from her pussy in rivulets, soaking Rob’s face, drenching him in her juices.

  She let out a low sigh and fell back against the bed, as Rob continued to suckle at her clit, capturing and savoring every juicy drop.

  Chapter Three

  “That was fantastic.” Her heart raced as she fought to calm her breathing.

  “Baby, we are just getting started.”

  Her gaze traveled the length of Rob’s naked, taut body, then caught and held on his fully engorged cock.

  “Now it’s my turn,” Rob said, tugging her toward the foot of the bed. “Come here.”

  Maggie complied, sliding downward toward the foot of the bed. At this point she would gladly do anything he asked. “What do you have in mind?”

  Running her fingers down his chest, she dipped her finger into his belly button and then trailed lower, wrapping her hand around his cock, pumping him lightly. She could feel him swell within her hand. Rob closed his eyes and let out a whoosh of air.

  “If you keep that up, it’ll be over before we even get started.”

  “Heaven forbid, but somehow I doubt it,” Maggie murmured. She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, eager to pay homage to the thick, rigid flesh. Flicking her tongue over his sensitive tip, Maggie felt him buck within her mouth. Emboldened by the action, she teased and twirled her tongue around the massive length of him. Rob’s fingers grasped her head as he rocked his hips back and forth, pressing farther into her mouth with each stroke. “That’s it. Suck me, baby. Then I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”

  Promises, promises. Maggie thought, taking him deeper in her mouth, stroking his balls. Withdrawing his cock from her mouth, she lowered her lips to his sac. She caressed his balls, felt them tighten in her hand, then she slowly sucked on one, then the next, nibbling her way back up to his cock. His groans encouraged her every action. She kept up her delicious torture until Rob tugged her upward.

  Seconds later, Maggie found out just how well Rob kept his promises.

  Rob maneuvered her onto her knees atop the mattress. Grabbing the bed pillows, he positioned them under her stomach. Cupping her ass, he ran his hands over the rounded globes. Stroking them, tickling them with his fingers, until Maggie wiggled frantically beneath him.

  Leaning forward, he spread her ass cheeks wide, and ran his tongue around her asshole. She clenched her muscles tight together as waves of sensations crashed over her.

  “Lick me, Rob,” she whispered.

  “Honey, I’m going to do a lot more than that.”

  Maggie shivered at his words. She didn’t have long to wait as she felt his mouth on her ass. His lips sucking and nipping at her flesh, his teeth lightly scraping along her skin, he dropped soft feathery kisses in his wake.

  Bucking against his mouth, Maggie pushed her ass tight to his face. This man was a god when it came to pleasuring a woman. He could give lessons to porn stars, Maggie thought, closing her eyes as the pleasure crashed over her. What he did with his mouth could make a sane woman go crazy. And she was well on her way.

  “You are so wet, Maggie.” He ran his finger across her drenched pussy, then dipped inside.

  “Tell me, Maggie, tell me what you want me to do,” Rob whispered the words against her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. He finger-toyed with her pussy, delving in and then withdrawing to smear her juices across her slit.

  She shivered, her body trembling, and she closed her eyes. So many things she wanted him to do to her. So many things she needed him to do to her.

  “Do you want me to tease your pussy with my fingers? Or maybe lick you from head to toe, then start all over again? Or maybe I should fuck you, right now. Is that what you want, Maggie?” His voice slid over her, leaving her shaking with desire.

  She wanted him to do every single thing he said. And she wanted him to do it all night long.

  “Yes.” The single word spilled from her mouth.

  Rob chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. “Yes what, Maggie?”

  “Yes, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me till I’m limp with exhaustion and creaming your cock. That’s what I want. Yes, fuck me, Rob. Fuck me hard,” she cried out.

  Rob buried his cock in her pussy. Inch by glorious inch, he filled her. Maggie moaned as he penetrated deeper and deeper until she thought she would explode from the sensations.

  He did as she asked, riding her hard, his balls slapping against her pussy. Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her repeatedly, until Maggie couldn’t tell where she ended and Rob began.

  Maggie lowered herself to her elbows and lifted her fingers to her nipples. She squeezed them, rolling the tight nubs between her fingers as he fucked her from behind. She envisioned it was his fingers touching her nipples, caressing them, toying with them.

  Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Rob reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. He pressed his hips tight to her ass, then withdrew almost to the point of coming out and then drove himself hard into her again. Maggie closed her eyes and relished the feel of him.

  “Yes, yes. Make me come. Do it, Rob, ride me, take me. Fuck me hard. I love it,” Maggie screamed the words out, pushing her ass tight against him, rocking her pussy against his fingers as her whole body shook from the feel of his fingers fucking her along with his cock. She wanted him to fuck her hard, so she could forget everything but the feel of him thrusting into her.

  “You’re so tight, so good. I want to ride your ass all night long.”

  Maggie clenched her muscles around him, milking his cock. Giving and taking, taking and giving. She felt his body tighten, his breathing hoarse and ragged.

  His cock drove into her, and tremors rocked her body as she convulsed around him. Her own release bore down on
her with an intensity she couldn’t deny. With a loud cry, he grabbed her hips and rode her with a vengeance. Driving himself inside her, deep penetrating strokes that filled her. Maggie felt the hot fluid flood her pussy, as he spent himself inside her. Her own orgasm so intense, her cries echoed in the bedroom, until she fell forward on the mattress exhausted.

  Rob lowered himself to his side and pulled Maggie close, tucking the pillow beneath both their heads.

  “Sweetheart, if you were any better, I’d be a dead man.”

  “Compliments will get you everywhere.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and snuggled close, nuzzling his neck. “How do you like your eggs?” she whispered, tugging the comforter up around them.

  Cooked,” came his mumbled response.

  “Smart ass.” Smoothing her hand over his chest, she closed her eyes.

  She felt him grin against her cheek. “Your ass isn’t too shabby either, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Four

  Early the next morning, Maggie carried the dishes to the sink and headed out into the living room.

  She grabbed his coat from the couch, then walked over to him.

  Robb tugged his tie into place and turned. “Thanks.”

  Slipping his arms through the sleeves, he hitched the coat over his shoulders. “Last night was amazing.”

  “I totally agree.” Maggie smiled, brushing a lock of hair back from his forehead.

  “Anyone ever tell you that you give great head, not to mention you’re a fabulous lay?”

  Maggie shrugged. “Not in the last couple hours, but it’s always nice to hear.”

  “Well, you do and you are. And the eggs weren’t bad either.” Rob captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Sliding his tongue across the seam of her lips, he invaded her mouth and her senses. His fingers slipped under the edges of her robe, cupping her breasts, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples, turning them hard in an instant.

  Maggie closed her eyes and moaned. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nipped at his lower lip. “Don’t start something you can’t finish. Cause I would love to take you up on that unspoken offer.”

  “I don’t recall not finishing what I started last night. Seems to me you were quite satisfied. And again this morning in the shower as well.”

  Maggie smiled and pulled him tighter. “That I was. You didn’t disappoint, and you weren’t a serial killer, but I am having second thoughts about the sex fiend part.”

  “With you it’s easy to have very, very naughty thoughts. And even easier to act upon them.”

  “Next time you’re in Detroit, give me a call. We can do a repeat performance.” Maggie allowed her hand to wander under his coat. She caressed his cock and felt it swell.

  Rob pulled back and looked at his watch. “Actually, I’ll be back in town tomorrow around four. How about dinner?”

  She shook her head. “Can’t make it. Did you forget that Jillian’s bringing the baby over tomorrow evening? Someone volunteered to babysit, remember, Grandpa? The kids are headed out to Tony’s work party.”

  Rob groaned and rested his forehead on Maggie’s. “Is that tomorrow night? Damn, I totally forgot.” He ran his hand through his hair.

  Shaking her head, Maggie straightened his tie and tugged the lapels of his overcoat together. “Maybe if you’ve got any strength leftover after she goes home, we could do a repeat performance? But regardless, call me when you land so I know you’re okay.”

  “Will do. I love you.”

  “I love you, too. Now scoot, you’re going to be late.”

  After shutting the door behind her husband, Maggie snuck a glance in the foyer mirror. Her hair tousled, her lips puffy, she looked like a woman who had been thoroughly loved. She walked over to the Christmas tree and picked up a brightly wrapped package. Inside were a pair of velvet-covered handcuffs, a dildo, and a cock ring. Setting the box back down, she turned toward the window. Being naughty did have its rewards at times.

  Running her fingers down the front of her robe, Maggie felt her nipples harden. Squeezing them, she closed her eyes and imagined it was Rob touching her. Her whole body tightened from the thought. She remembered everything he had done to her last night and everything he promised yet to do. Oh yeah, life was good. And tomorrow night, round two. She couldn’t wait.

  About the Author

  Patti Shenberger is the author of more than twenty-two romance novels. When not writing, she can be found with her nose buried in a book. To learn more about Patti, please visit www.pattishenberger.com

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  About the Author