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jerk against his zipper. She sat up and shifted until she had a leg on either side of him. Her face turned up and her gaze locked with his, she reached for the button of his jeans. The backs of her fingers brushed his abs as she undid his pants, and he bit his lip to keep from groaning. A pointless task as the low sound escaped when she pressed her lips just above the waistband of his boxers. He shoved his hands into her hair, roughly massaging her scalp as she eased his pants over his hips and down his legs.
    “Shoes,” she murmured hotly against his skin.
    He barely managed to stay upright as he toed off his sneakers and stepped out of his pants. Maggie slipped her hands into his boxers and inched them down until his cock sprang free. Her appreciative hum vibrated through him as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue circled him maddeningly, then without warning, she opened and took him in deeply. He fisted her hair, and his balls pulled up close to his body. Fuck. It’d been way too long since he’d had a woman, he’d be lucky to… Oh fuck. His cock nudged the back of her throat and she swallowed around him.
    “Maggie,” he choked out. “Darlin’, you need to—”
    She palmed his sac and squeezed rhythmically as she moved up and down on his shaft. Quickening her strokes, she tightened her lips around him, working him closer and closer to release. Somewhere in his mind, a little voice told him to pull away, to hold off and focus on her, but the dull roar in his ears soon drowned out any rational thought. Fire raced down his spine, pooled at the base of his cock, then exploded as he came in Maggie’s sweet, hot mouth.
     
    Maggie pulled off Spencer, licking his cock clean. She could barely resist the urge to smack her lips together as she looked up at him. The feel of him in her mouth, his taste bursting on her tongue… She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, his spicy male scent enveloping her. Her body trembled in anticipation. His fingers still tangled in her hair, Spencer leaned forward and their mouths met. She poured every ounce of need and desire she felt into the fevered kiss. Spencer guided her back until she sprawled across the couch again. When he pulled away slightly and met her gaze, her breath caught in her throat. The need in his eyes amped her excitement higher, and she wiggled her hips. Resting his knee on the cushion between her legs, he released her tresses and ran his tongue over her collarbone. His palms slid roughly along her thighs, pushing up her skirt. Slivers of heat burrowed in her belly. Her folds swelled and dampened even more, and her clit twitched. Desire skittered along her spine, teasing every nerve ending in her body, as he moved to caress her inner thigh. She spread her legs wider. Up and up, his fingers went until he was just at her sex…then he straightened.
    His perfect, white teeth flashed when she groaned in protest and lifted her hips, desperate for his touch. She drank in the sight of his naked form—every sculpted inch of him. God, he was beautiful. Maggie clenched her fingers, itching to touch him again.
    She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t form a thought, let alone speech, when he dropped to his knees. He grasped her leg, draped it over his shoulder and pulled her closer. Her gasp echoed through the room when he glided a finger between her pussy lips, just grazing her clit.
    His breath danced over her folds, and Maggie arched her back, wanting his mouth on her more than anything. She quivered uncontrollably as she waited. When he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, she nearly came then and there. He teased the tiny nub mercilessly before moving lower and thrusting his tongue inside her channel.
    “Oooooh,” she gasped. Oh dear God, she couldn’t draw in a breath, couldn’t do anything but shake and pulse against him as he fucked her with his mouth. Even as fiery pleasure coursed through her, she ached for more. Her pussy