Page 33 of Double Play

“Sorry it’s cold in here, I like to blast the AC,” he told her, stroking hercheek.

“Mmmm. I’m not cold.” His body heat radiated through her, making her eyes droop. “Whatabout—”

“You sleep, baby girl. I’ll be here where you wake up. We got plentyoftime.”

She didn’t want to sleep. She wanted more of this incredible event. But her eyes kept wanting to close and her body had never been so relaxed. The feeling of Dwight’s strong body curved around her was almost as good as what she’d just experienced. So she did as he said and drifted into a blissfulslumber.

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So many thingsinvolving Maggie were new and different. This tenderness, this protectiveness, this urge to shield her and hold her close—all new. Normally after sex, hunger drove him out of bed in search of a snack. Then again, normally he got to come along with the woman in question. Before or after, didn’t matter. Of course, he made sure she got her satisfaction. He wasn’t some kind of callous beast. But mostly he’d looked out for himself. He could see that very clearly now that he’d been withMaggie.

Because with her, he’d given almost no thought to the throbbing organ between his legs. He’d shoved his own lust to the back of his mind so he could focus entirelyonher.

Of course, now he wanted to jump out of his skin at the feel of her smooth, trusting body nestled against him. God, he might come just from the scent of her, rose petals mixed with hot woman. His arousal hadn’t gone down one bit. In fact, his cock pounded even harder, so much that he eased his hips back from her, afraid to wake her up with his awkward unintentionalprodding.

He didn’t want anything messing things up with Maggie. Even though he loved to joke and laugh with people, loved to wring a smile from a stranger, he had a serious side too. And that side had glommed onto Maggie like a barnacle to a rock. She was his future. He felt it deep inside. With her, he could reach for the stars, he could burst through barriers, defy every expectation. With brilliant, kind,realMaggie Blythe, the sky was the limit. No—therewerenolimits.

But he had to be worthy of her. So he gritted his teeth and cuddled with her while his dick threatened to stage awalkout.

“Don’t be such a big baby,” he muttered under his breath, directing the comment to his penis. “You’ll survive. Stop complaining and growapair.”

“Hmmm? Are you talking to me?” Maggie murmured and unfurled her body into a stretch. She turned her head to gaze at him over her shoulder with sleepy eyes. “You want me to growapair?”

“No, I wasn’t talking to you.Sorry.”

“Who,then?”

“Him.” He pushed his hips forward so she could feel hiserection.

“You’re telling your penis to grow a pair? Doesn’t it already have a pair?” She blinked at him, looking adorably confused. As well sheshouldbe.

“It’s a figure of speech. Basically telling him to chill thefuckout.”

She rolled over entirely, bringing them face to face. He’d shucked his pants when he lay down beside her and wore only his briefs. “That’s not a nice way to talk to yourpenis.”

“No?” He gritted his teeth. As if it knew it was the topic of discussion, his cock swelled even fuller. Fuck, at this rate it would blow into a balloon and carry him right out the window. “How shouldItalk?”

She cupped her hand around the enormous bulge in his briefs. “You should say that there’s a very nice woman named Maggie who would like to invite him over. Inside,actually.”

He groaned at her touch and her words. “He’s a yes. A definite yes.” Rising up, he flipped her onto her back and braced himself over her. Flushed and pink, she smiled up at him. The after-haze of orgasm gave her face a luminous sheen. “God, you’re sobeautiful.”

“So are you,” she whispered. She parted her legs for him, urging her hips up to brush against his member. “Can you take that off? Do you have something?Condom-wise?”

“Hang on.” He lifted off her and crawled to the nightstand, where he kept a stash of condoms. He stripped off his underwear and rolled the latex over his shaft. It felt roughly as hard as the ash baseball bat he used for practice. When he was done, he swung back toward her and found her watching withwideeyes.

“Whoa.”

“You better tell me if somethinghurts.”

“It looks like it would.” Her gaze was glued to his cock—which didn’t help its state of arousal. If he didn’t get inside her soon, somethingmightblow.

“Well, if it does, I’ll stop. Or we can stop right now.” It took a lot to say that. Now that his dick was all sheathed and ready to go, no part of him wanted to slow thisthingdown.

“No!” she said quickly. “I don’t want to stop. Comeoverhere.”

He walked on his knees back to her, filling his vision with her naked body, her dark nipples, the gleam of moisture between her thighs. When he was over her again, stretching out to cover her body, he touched her sex, skimming his thumb across her still swollen clit, testing forjuiciness.

Oh yeah. It didn’t take much, within a few strokes she was twitching those hips again, wanting more. When she was slick and wet, he eased his thick tip inside her. Even though her mouth opened on a gasp, her expression read ecstasy, not hesitation. So he went farther, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep insideherheat.

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