CHAPTER 4: TERRY
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CHAPTER 4: TERRY
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Maggie had better show up soon. Terry already had their first night at the Club planned. It was time to show her just how attractive she really was.
The sound of the door closing drifted into the room, followed by heels tapping on the tile. Maggie stopped in the doorway, her hazel eyes wide and her hair a riotous mass of curls. Her breath hitched and her tongue darted across her lower lip as her eyes raked over him.
His d**k, already fully aroused, hardened even more. He’d never grow tired of how much she wanted him. Desire was the greatest aphrodisiac a woman could give a man, but nakedness ran a close second. “Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, Sir.” She put her purse down on the floor before grabbing the bottom of her T-shirt. Her eyes landed on the large window behind him and she stilled.
“Maggie.” He knew exactly what she was thinking and he was going to use that worry, that tension, to make her come so hard her cries shook the furniture.
“Ah...” She glanced at him. “May I close the blinds, Sir?” She started for the window as if expecting his consent.
“You get points for remembering to ask, but no, you may not.”
“What?” She stopped mid-stride.
“You heard me.” He could barely keep the smile from his face as her eyes darted between him and the window.
“But...”
“Yes?”
“Someone might see us.” Her face heated. It was a testament to the innocence of her soul that she still grew embarrassed after all the things they’d done.
“Take off your clothes”—he took a step toward her—“or do I need to s***k you.”
“No. I’ll get undressed.” Her hands played with the bottom of her T-shirt. “But we can’t—”
“You’re thinking too much again.” He stalked closer, shifting so she retreated toward the window. “You know that’s not allowed.”
“Terry, this is serious.” She lowered her voice. “We can’t do it in front of a window where anyone can see us.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.” She actually seemed offended.
“Then why aren’t you obeying?”
“You’re kidding, right?” She glanced out the window that was now directly behind her.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He took the final step, boxing her against the glass. “Now, take off your clothes. I mean it.”
“I...can’t. There are people in the park, right down there.” Her finger shook as she pointed out the window.
She never stopped challenging him and it both annoyed and excited him. He loved the game, the chase and the final surrender, but if she truly trusted him, she’d know he’d never put her at risk.
“Come.” He turned and walked to the desk.
“Thank you, Sir.” She hurried over to him. “You’re going to close the blinds, right?”
“Put your hands on the desk and bend over.”
“Yes, Sir.” She took one more peek at the window before obeying.
He paced behind her, his eyes raking over her lush frame. God, he loved her body—her t**s large and soft, her backside round and ripe. His d**k hardened even more as he imagined his handprint on the pink, round globes of her ass, but first he’d make her wait. Make her anticipate his next move, his next action and when she was nothing but a bundle of nerves and s****l frustration, he’d s***k her and f**k her until she screamed.
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