her fingers. As if on automatic, she began to wipe her eyes, taking deep breaths as her tears passed.
“How long have you been holding that in?” Liam brushed a stray lock of auburn hair from her face.
Maggie struggled to sit up. She couldn’t breathe lying down after a cry like that. He helped her upright and she looked over at his dim figure and shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t cry like this at his funeral.” She sighed. “Look, Liam, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day and I didn’t mean to impose on you like that.”
Liam frowned; she was putting up her barriers again. “It wasn’t an imposition, Maggie. If you don’t take care of emotions, they tend to blow up on you when you least expect it. It’s all right.” He knew her eyes would be swollen and red from her tears and he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want those walls to go back up. “You are a passionate woman, Maggie, who has denied herself, her real self, for far too long.” He leaned in, his cheek brushing along hers to revel in her sweet perfume.
Maggie swayed; her eyes closing as his lips softly caressed her cheek. She turned her face toward him, seeking those lips, wanting to drown her sorrows in his kiss. And when they met, a small whimper sounded from the back of her throat, moved by the gentleness and understanding in his touch.
The salty remains of her tears sank into Liam’s consciousness. He shouldn’t be doing this. She was vulnerable; it was wrong to take a woman when her defenses had collapsed. But her scent filled his being and when she opened her lips, inviting him deeper into the kiss, he decided to be sorry about it later. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her deeply, entwining around her tongue as he felt her arms go around his neck.
Maggie knew exactly what she was doing as she threw away her mask. Screw the company, screw her reputation, screw it all. She was tired of carrying the weight of her father’s will. Tonight, she wanted only one thing, and she knew Liam would willingly give it to her. The morning was soon enough to pick up her burden and put Liam back in his place. Tonight, she just wanted him to make love to her.
The taste of her tongue ignited the pilot light that had been burning in his belly since the day they met. He took her mouth, possessed it, felt her give it up to him; his cock grew heavy in response. The blood pumped its way through the veins that surrounded it, fed it life as Liam pulled Maggie closer.
His hand traced along her shoulder, pushing the thin strap of the baby doll down her arm. Not letting go of his kiss, she gracefully extricated her elbow from the strap and moaned as his fingers ran over the thin fabric covering her breasts. He cupped her breast through the fabric, his fingers lingering on her nipple, teasing it into hardness. Gently he squeezed the tiny bud until he heard her gasp of pleasure.
Maggie’s pussy responded, flooding her panties as he pinched her nipple; her body threatened to turn to jelly at his touch. With one arm still around her, supporting her against him, Liam’s hand now brushed the other strap off her shoulder. Shifting position, Maggie leaned into him, nuzzling her kisses under his chin and along his neck as he pushed the garment to her waist. Too long had she gone without a man’s touch; far too long had she craved the heat Liam’s hands ignited in her body.
The softness of her skin against his chest sent a surge of desire coursing to Liam’s cock and it stiffened; his need more intense. Even as he bent to take her nipple between his lips, as her fingers entwined in his hair and her breasts rose to meet him, the forgotten leprechaun spoke up. “Slowly, boy-o. Don’t frighten the filly.” The leprechaun’s voice was soft in his ear, so quiet that Liam might have deemed it his own thought but for the Irish terms.
Liam growled and Maggie grinned. She arched her back to push her breast up, inviting him to play with it. When his
“How long have you been holding that in?” Liam brushed a stray lock of auburn hair from her face.
Maggie struggled to sit up. She couldn’t breathe lying down after a cry like that. He helped her upright and she looked over at his dim figure and shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t cry like this at his funeral.” She sighed. “Look, Liam, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day and I didn’t mean to impose on you like that.”
Liam frowned; she was putting up her barriers again. “It wasn’t an imposition, Maggie. If you don’t take care of emotions, they tend to blow up on you when you least expect it. It’s all right.” He knew her eyes would be swollen and red from her tears and he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want those walls to go back up. “You are a passionate woman, Maggie, who has denied herself, her real self, for far too long.” He leaned in, his cheek brushing along hers to revel in her sweet perfume.
Maggie swayed; her eyes closing as his lips softly caressed her cheek. She turned her face toward him, seeking those lips, wanting to drown her sorrows in his kiss. And when they met, a small whimper sounded from the back of her throat, moved by the gentleness and understanding in his touch.
The salty remains of her tears sank into Liam’s consciousness. He shouldn’t be doing this. She was vulnerable; it was wrong to take a woman when her defenses had collapsed. But her scent filled his being and when she opened her lips, inviting him deeper into the kiss, he decided to be sorry about it later. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her deeply, entwining around her tongue as he felt her arms go around his neck.
Maggie knew exactly what she was doing as she threw away her mask. Screw the company, screw her reputation, screw it all. She was tired of carrying the weight of her father’s will. Tonight, she wanted only one thing, and she knew Liam would willingly give it to her. The morning was soon enough to pick up her burden and put Liam back in his place. Tonight, she just wanted him to make love to her.
The taste of her tongue ignited the pilot light that had been burning in his belly since the day they met. He took her mouth, possessed it, felt her give it up to him; his cock grew heavy in response. The blood pumped its way through the veins that surrounded it, fed it life as Liam pulled Maggie closer.
His hand traced along her shoulder, pushing the thin strap of the baby doll down her arm. Not letting go of his kiss, she gracefully extricated her elbow from the strap and moaned as his fingers ran over the thin fabric covering her breasts. He cupped her breast through the fabric, his fingers lingering on her nipple, teasing it into hardness. Gently he squeezed the tiny bud until he heard her gasp of pleasure.
Maggie’s pussy responded, flooding her panties as he pinched her nipple; her body threatened to turn to jelly at his touch. With one arm still around her, supporting her against him, Liam’s hand now brushed the other strap off her shoulder. Shifting position, Maggie leaned into him, nuzzling her kisses under his chin and along his neck as he pushed the garment to her waist. Too long had she gone without a man’s touch; far too long had she craved the heat Liam’s hands ignited in her body.
The softness of her skin against his chest sent a surge of desire coursing to Liam’s cock and it stiffened; his need more intense. Even as he bent to take her nipple between his lips, as her fingers entwined in his hair and her breasts rose to meet him, the forgotten leprechaun spoke up. “Slowly, boy-o. Don’t frighten the filly.” The leprechaun’s voice was soft in his ear, so quiet that Liam might have deemed it his own thought but for the Irish terms.
Liam growled and Maggie grinned. She arched her back to push her breast up, inviting him to play with it. When his
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