“Promises, promises,” she taunted even though frustration roared through her. Why couldn’t she articulate what she wanted? Where the heck were her big girl panties?
The touch of his mouth sent every thought flying from her head, the slow laps of tongue firing lust to life. Damn, he was good at that. He found her sensitive spots until heat and pleasure curled through her. A whimper squeezed free, one she couldn’t contain. A flush of heat crept up her body, and she sucked in a hoarse breath.
“That feels good, Connor. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He laughed, the sound a puff of heat against her sensitive flesh. His lick across her clit pushed her over the edge. She convulsed against his lips, her pussy fluttering in orgasm.
“Connor,” she cried, almost sobbing because he made her feel so good.
When he lifted his head, his stubble rasped against the delicate skin of her inner thighs. He moved up the bed and kissed her. She sank into the kiss, tasting her juices on his lips. Murmuring, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight.
Connor rolled away, settling her at his side when she protested.
“Where did you grow up?” he asked.
“In Wellington. Why?”
“I realized I didn’t know much about you.”
“It’s not as if it’s a secret.” Her voice held a note of caution, the same caution she always experienced when discussing her family. It wasn’t as if she could come out and say,Oh, you know Elle Walker, the aging socialite who’s always in the gossip columns? That’s my mother. Oh, yeah and after one dumb mistake in my late teens my father is still convinced I take after her and will screw up again.
When she thought about it, she knew little about Connor either. He was right. Whenever they were with the others, they talked about work, about the present, about rugby. They didn’t get into personal things.
“How did you end up in Auckland?”
“My parents divorced when I was five. I resided with my mother for a while but having a child didn’t work with her schedule and I went to live with my father. My mother had family in Auckland and moved up here. My father has three other children with his second wife.”
“And you get on okay with your stepsiblings?”
Maggie laughed. It was easy to laugh now, but her childhood hadn’t been easy. “Mostly. My stepmother is good for my father. They have a lot in common.”
“What about your mother?”
“She remarried. I don’t see her often.” Maggie bit her lip, knowing she’d left huge gaps in her potted history. “To tell the truth my teenage years were difficult and it wasn’t an easy time for me or my father and his new family. We fought and I left as soon as I could. We get on better now with time and distance between us.” But he still slipped in a lecture each time they spoke or visited.
Connor stroked her upper arm before grasping her hip and pulling her into the cradle of his body. “My parents separated when I was four. My father used to hit my mother. He beat her so bad he put her in hospital. When he hit me too, she got out of the marriage.”
“Oh, Connor. I’m so sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. My mother remarried and my stepfather is a wonderful man. Frank’s been more of a parent than my real father.”
“That’s good.” Maggie said nothing else. She couldn’t. No wonder he’d worried about acting rough with her.
“Sometimes I worry I might take after my father.”
“No! Connor, no. You mustn’t think that.” Maggie pulled away enough to search his face. “I’ve known you for two years now, and you’ve never shown a sign of violence. You arenotyour father.”
“Blood will out, according to my grandmother.”
“Your grandmother is a silly old woman,” Maggie said in a fierce tone, thinking the woman bore a resemblance to her father for outspokenness. “You mustn’t believe her. You’re a good man, Connor Grey. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t believe that.” Unsure if she had convinced him, she kissed him. Hard. It was a bruising kiss designed to make him pay attention. Once she was sure she had him, she softened the caress, taking it into loving and seductive. When he groaned and his cock prodded her thigh, she knew she had his full attention.
This time their lovemaking was slow. They dragged out every last sensation in no hurry to finish. Their breaths mingled and each soft, tormenting stroke created an empty ache in her womb. She ran her hands down his back and dug her fingers into the taut globes of his backside, encouraging him to move. They only parted for the time it took for Connor to don a condom before coming together again. Strained breathing and sighs gave way to pleasure, the coil of energy in her pussy exploding into a shattering climax only seconds before Connor came. They stayed clasped together for a long time while their breathing returned to normal.
Sleepy and content, Maggie let her awareness drift. As usual her mind went straight to her blog and spanking. She thought about Connor and her promise to herself to strive for honesty. She even opened her mouth, ready to speak until another thought occurred. If Connor worried about turning violent like his father, how would he react when she asked him to spank her?
Sunday passed quickly. Maggie had expected Connor would leave her to visit the doctor on her own, but he insisted on going with her. After a quick stop at her place so she could grab clothes, they went to a walk-in clinic in a different part of town and saw the doctor together. The doctor suggested they both take blood tests, so they did. They left armed with prescriptions and advice to use condoms until the birth control protection became viable.
That evening, alone in her flat, Maggie recalled the hours she’d spent with Connor. He made her feel cherished, and she knew without a doubt, he’d never hit her in violence. He’d never tread the same path as his natural father. Now all she had to do was convince Connor of something she knew was fact.
