“Maybe you’re right. My jeans are strangling my cock.”
Maggie’s gaze went to his groin, licking her lips when she saw the large bulge. “I can fix that.”
He laughed with real amusement. “I’m counting on it, babe. Do you have condoms? I didn’t bring any with me.”
He’d truly come to talk. The knowledge brought a warm glow. He cared enough to drop by without expecting sex, despite their agreement. “I have condoms. You remember the sex party Julia had last month?”
“Yeah. Julia wouldn’t let me go. She said I’d spoil the fun.”
“It was fun. I bought a few things, including condoms.”
Connor dragged her toward her bedroom. “What else did you buy? Can I see?”
“Later,” she said. “I’m not in the mood for playing with toys. Hard, sweaty sex is what I want right now. I need your cock inside me.”
Stopping, he gave her a passionate kiss. When he lifted his head, he said, “I had no idea how talking about sex with you would make me so hot. I like it when you tell me what you want. Don’t stop, okay?”
She nodded, but secretly wasn’t so sure. The misguided joke about shaving had made her cautious. She wouldn’t tell him about her desire for spanking until she was sure of him. Meanwhile she’d explore on her own, look at spanking toys, read research and visit blogs and spanking forums. Admitting her need for spanking was one thing, but spelling out her desires to a man was another.
Connor pulled her into the bedroom and ripped off his shirt. “Where are the condoms?”
Maggie kicked off her shoes and opened her bedside drawer to grab the packet. She hadn’t opened it yet since Greg had turned up his nose at them.
“Strip,” he ordered. “I’ll take care of the condoms.”
The doorbell rang as Maggie finished peeling off her panty hose. They both froze.
“Hell,” Connor swore. “I bet that’s one of the girls.”
“We can’t let them find us like this.” Panic roared through her at the thought of discovery. She’d promised Julia, Susan and Christina that she wouldn’t make a move on Connor. They’d all agreed he was out of bounds. And as Christina said, the man had enough women in his life without adding them to the mix. Guilt hit Maggie hard. What was she going to say?
“Calm down. We have done nothing wrong. I’ve popped into visit you before. We’re friends, for God’s sake. Friends visit each other. Besides, it might be a salesman. Answer the door.”
The doorbell rang again and, biting her bottom lip, she turned to go to answer it.
“Maggie.” Connor’s chuckle halted her. “You’d better sort out your bra and blouse first before you answer the door.”
Maggie glanced down at her bare breast and blushed. “Don’t want to shock a salesman.” With trembling fingers, she pulled her bra cup back into place and fastened her buttons.
“Good girl. Go an answer the door. Everything will be all right.”
On autopilot Maggie went to the door, jerking it open without checking to see who it was on the other side.
“Maggie!” Julia said. “I’m glad you’re home. I almost gave up. What took you so long to answer?”
