It never stops.

I eat my dinner, and Maggie follows suit, her eyes still on mine, the sexual tension between us so thick we could cut through it with these steak knives.

When we’ve both finished our meals, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

“I thought we were going for a walk on the beach.” But she doesn’t pull away when I tug her to me and kiss the hell out of her.

“We will.” I kiss her cheek. “After.”

The grin that spreads over her sweet face is more intoxicating than the wine we had with our dinner, and when I nip at her lips, she lightly gasps.

“Everything you do, even when you frustrate the hell out of me, turns me on.”

Maggie snort-laughs. “Yes, I’m sure I’m sexy as all get out when I’m throwing one of my tantrums.”

“You have no idea.” I nip at her chin. “You’re so full of fire, so indignant, I want to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you don’t remember your name.”

The laughter leaves her, and she stares up at me with stunned green eyes. “Really?”

“Oh, absolutely.” I tug her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor, then cup her perfect breasts in my palms. “Every damn time you snapped at me, I wanted to pull your hair back and kiss you.”

Maggie yanks my shirt up and over my head, our movements becoming frenzied in our need for each other.

“I don’t know if I would have complained.”

Her bra hits the floor.

“You would have hit me.”

My jeans are open, and her hands slide down my bare backside, urging the denim down around my ankles.

“Maybe,” she admits and bites my shoulder.

I get her out of her jeans and then simply rip her panties off her.

“Definitely.” I pick her up and toss her onto the bed, then climb on after her. “But I don’t know if I’d mind all that much.”

“If I hit you?”

“Mm.”

She snort-laughs again, then moans when my hand finds her core and sinks into the wetness of her folds.

“Ah, hell,” she groans.

“Always so wet,” I murmur against her lips. “Always ready for me.”

“It’s your own damn fault.” She swallows hard and arches her back. “You have a habit of getting me all worked up.”

“Well, darn.” I grin and watch her gorgeous face as she falls over the first crest. “That’s my girl. Good girl.”

“Jesus, you make me lose myself.” She pushes on my shoulders, and I roll onto my back, where she climbs on top of me and runs that mouth over my torso. “I could just eat you up. Why do you have to be so delicious?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“I don’t have these muscles,” she mutters and licks my abs, almost sending me through the roof. Her hand wraps around my cock, and it’s safe to say that the tables have been fully turned.

I usually like to be the one in control, but with Maggie, I don’t mind at all if she wants to take the helm for a while.

She licks and sucks and makes me see stars, but before I come, she straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock.

I cup her ass.

She braces herself on my chest.

“I want to ride you,” she says. God, when she’s turned on, her eyes shine like emeralds. As if she’s some kind of gorgeous sea witch or a siren. I just can’t say no to her.

I never could.

And I never will.

Her naked body, with curves in all the right places, moves effortlessly, and when she reaches back to cup my balls, I know it’s over for me.

The room spins.

The stars explode.

I come hard and fast, anchoring myself with Maggie, her hips gripped tightly in my grasp as she grinds and pushes against me, succumbing to her own climax.

“Hell, yeah,” she pants and then chuckles breathlessly as she stares down at me. “The sex is just so good with you. You’ve ruined me for all others.”

Good.

“I’m not sorry.”

She grins and pulls off me, then pads into the bathroom, her naked ass moving back and forth with each step.

I’ve always been an ass man.

“I want ice cream,” she calls out from the bathroom. I can hear water running, then it shuts off, and she walks out again, not at all shy in her nakedness. “And that walk on the beach.”

“In that order?”

“In any order.” She sits next to me and pushes her hand through my hair. “I feel better.”

“Good.” I grasp that hand in mine and kiss it. “Let’s go get that ice cream and then walk on the beach with it.”

“Okay.” But before she leaves me to get dressed, she leans in and presses her lips to mine in a soft kiss. “But I want two scoops.”

“Greedy girl.”

The room is cast in that soft, blue-gray hue of early morning. The sun isn’t up yet, but it won’t be long before it makes an appearance.

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