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“God, Maggie. You’re killing me.”

Her smile was naughty as she drew the zipper down. The neckline sagged, and Declan didn’t wait. He slid his hands inside and pushed the dress down her arms, exposing her chest to his hungry view. Reaching around her, he unsnapped her strapless bra and tossed it to the ground, then palmed her breasts in his hands. She wove her hands in his hair and kissed him.

Declan tucked his hands in her dress and tugged it down past her hips, taking her panties with it. It hit the floor with a soft swish. He stepped back to look at her, taking in her long, supple body clad only in her silver heels.

“Damn, I love your legs.”

She crooked a finger. “Come here so I can wrap them around you.”

In one step, he was in front of her, laving her nipple with his tongue. “Who taught you to talk dirty like that?”

She gave a throaty laugh. “Have you met my sister?”

He smiled against her breast.

“And you have on too many clothes.” She tugged his shirt from his waistband.

“Agreed.” He shucked his coat and unbuckled his pants while she worked the buttons on his shirt. Taking the condom from his wallet, he tossed the billfold onto the pile of fabric at their feet.

Maggie snatched the foil packet from his hands. “Let me.”

The first touch of her fingers on his shaft almost sent him over the edge. “Don’t linger, or this is going to end before it starts.”

Another wicked smile cut across her face. She gave him a hard squeeze, sending dots of light dancing through his vision, then rolled the condom down his length. As soon as he was sheathed, he grasped her by the backs of her thighs and lifted her against the door, ignoring the sharp twinge in his ribs. She wrapped those long, heel-clad legs around him.

“Please, Deck. I can’t wait.”

He couldn’t either. In one long stroke, he seated himself inside her. Her breathy moan kicked him into motion. Their coupling was fast and electric as he drove them both higher. He shifted to get a better angle and put a hand on the door. The roughness of the wood registered, and he slowed.

She growled. “Why did you stop?”

“The door’s rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” He looked around desperately, hoping for some other surface. A small table sat nestled against the far wall. “There.” He locked his hands around her hips and stumbled over to it.

“It’s not high enough. You’re too tall.”

She squirmed again, and Declan’s eyes fluttered. He needed to think of something. Fast. Unwrapping her legs, he set her feet on the floor, then spun her around and bent her over the table. The added height from her heels put her at the perfect angle.

“You okay like this?” He ran a finger over her womanhood, keeping her aroused.

Maggie moaned, leaning on her forearms as she glanced back at him. “Hell, yes.”

“Good.” He stepped up behind her and slid inside her tight channel once more. It was a quick trip to the top at this angle and position. Within moments, they were both flying over the edge. He held her hips pressed to his as he pumped into her, letting the waves of his climax crash over him.

“Ugh. I think I died,” she moaned.

Declan’s legs sagged, and he leaned over her back, resting next to her on the table, trying to catch his breath. “Same, honey. Wow.”

She giggled. “I really hope no one walks in right now. They’re going to get an eyeful of our asses if they do.”

He laughed. “Among other things.” Some of the starch came back to his legs, and he straightened, putting a hand to his ribs as they protested. That interlude was worth the pain, though. “Should we head back?”

She stood and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing against him. The flames of arousal licked back to life, sending his blood pulsing through his veins.

“Not yet. They won’t miss us for a while. Maybe we can try that door thing again. I’ll wear your jacket.”

He spun them around and backed her toward the door. “Heels and a suit coat? You’re like my fantasy come to life.”

She laughed. “But I’m very, very real.”

He cupped her jaw, running a thumb over her full lower lip, and held her gaze. She felt like a dream, but she wasn’t. “I know.” He leaned down to give her a tender kiss. The arousal turned to a slow burn. He smiled against her mouth. Whiling away another hour or so was going to be easy. And fun.

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