Page 12 of Passion and Deception

The next moment hadn’t been planned. Ramit had thought to woo Maggie, to take her out to dinner several more times, to get to know who she was as a person and let her get to know him slowly. He hadn’t yet figured out how to do that with his responsibilities, but he’d had a vague idea about working here in Philadelphia for a few weeks to get to know her better.

But at her words, he spun her around and kissed her. He poured all of his awe and amazement into that kiss, teasing her soft, amazing lips until she responded. When he felt her arms loop around his neck, Ramit pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his body.

The shock of feeling her like this, all soft and pliant, kissing him back with a passion equal to his own, was like a spark to an inferno. He groaned, pulling her closer, lifting her so that they matched more perfectly.

When her fingers trailed down over his shoulders to his chest, Ramit shivered slightly with the sensation. He wanted to tell her how much he liked it, but his voice was lost when she slipped a finger between the buttons on his dress shirt. He groaned and moved his hands lower, enjoying the perfect ass as Maggie wiggled closer to him.

Lifting her into his arms, he considered his options. They couldn’t have sex tonight. It was too soon. So the bedroom was not an option. Instead, he carried her over to the sofa and sat down. In this position, she straddled him and his imagination nearly exploded with all the possibilities.

“Ramit!” she groaned, kissing him again while her hands caressed his shoulders and chest. With small, fumbling movements, she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it out of the way so that her soft, wet mouth could drive him wild. She was so hot, so sweet and amazing, he lost control. Stupidly, Ramit assumed that Maggie wouldn’t want to have sex on her sofa, so he stopped thinking.

Chapter 7

Maggie reveled in the sensation of his warm skin under her fingertips and his voracious kisses. This was the kind of man she could lose herself in. When he cupped her breasts, Maggie’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her skull. Leaning forward, pressing herself more firmly into his heated hands, she sighed with the need for more of whatever he could give her.

She took his wrist and moved his hand to her nipple, pressing his fingers to the puckered tip. “Yes!” she sighed when he teased that nipple. His other hand repeated the movement without prompting, making Maggie whimper as she ground her hips against his hardness.

“I love the way you feel, Maggie,” he groaned as he nipped at her throat. He wrapped his hand around her hair, pulling her head back so he could better enjoy the silken skin there.

“More,” she whispered, leaning into him. With one hand on her breast and his other hand in her hair, he was intoxicated by the sounds she made as he explored and found more places that made her moan with pleasure.

He muttered a curse under his breath, mindless with desire now. She pushed his shirt out of the way and he shifted, shrugging the shirt off. Bare chested now, he groaned when she shifted so that her mouth could explore his chest. He closed his eyes, savoring the experience. But when she moved to the floor, he looked down at her as she fumbled with the zipper to his slacks.

“Maggie!” he hissed, knowing that he should stop her. But before he could form the words, her soft, pretty hands were stroking his shaft. The sight of her sweet hands moving over him, exploring him, treating his body as if the sight fascinated her, evaporated any words that might have slowed this down.

But when she started to lean towards him with her mouth, Ramit knew that he was too turned on to take it. He would climax in her mouth and he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to be buried deep inside of her. So instead of allowing her to touch him that way, he lifted her up onto his lap again. With a swift twist of his fingers, he tore her panties away, then shifted her body, his fingers exploring her, teasing her, sliding his fingers into that soft, wet heat of her core. He watched as her eyes drifted closed, her hips thrusting against his fingers. He doubted she was even aware of her body’s movements, but he was. Her breasts were right in front of him and the soft mounds were tempting him to taste them again. Pulling her closer, he sucked on her nipple as his fingers continued to stroke her, bringing her closer and closer to that climax.

But right before she found her release, he stopped and replaced his fingers with his shaft, sliding her down, slowly, still sucking on her nipple as he stroked that sensitive nub. He heard her gasp, then looked up at her, taking her moans into his mouth this time. His free hand took over her nipple where his mouth had left off as she lowered herself onto him. When she started moving, he continued stroking her, bringing her closer and closer, their tongues echoing the mating ritual that their lower bodies were enjoying.

Too soon, he felt her body tighten around his. She was moving faster, shifting herself against him, taking him deeper into her body before lifting up again so that they could both enjoy the increasing excitement. She pulled her mouth away from his, gasping for breath now as she thrust against him, the friction driving them both wild until…!

“Yes!” she cried out, her arms tightening around his neck as she throbbed around him. He climaxed a moment later, his arm tightening around her hips as they rocked and moaned, the blinding pleasure washing over them until it slowed to a sweet, breathy sigh.

“Wow!” Maggie whispered against his mouth.

Ramit chuckled, then used one hand behind her head to pull her closer for a sweet kiss that he hoped demonstrated his pleasure.

“Thank you!” she whispered, her body soft and relaxed against his.

He tightened his arms around her, not sure how to convey his happiness at the moment. So instead, he kissed her again.

Chapter 8

Maggie couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She’d had sex with Ramit and it had been…incredible. Better than anything she’d ever thought possible! She hid her face against his neck, afraid that he would run from her home if he saw the happiness on her face.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, kissing his shoulder simply because she couldn’t stop herself.

“Yes,” he replied. “Are you too sore?”

She giggled at his seductive tone. But then gasped when she felt his body stir. He was still intimately connected to her and she jumped, her eyes wide as she gasped, “Again?”

“Not if you are too sore, love,” he told her, his voice deep and husky again. He stroked down her sides, shifting her dress out of the way. It had been bunched around her waist, but his deft hands found the zipper on the back, releasing the material. Then he lifted it up and away, laying it carefully beside them on the sofa.

“Pretty dress, but you’re more beautiful like this.”

She blushed, fighting the need to cover herself. “I’m a mess,” she said, remembering her crying fit earlier. “What time is it?”

He lifted his hand and she noticed the nice watch. It was simple and elegant, without all of the extras that the men at the club required. She stroked a finger over the face of the watch.

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