pissed him off. Her tone exposed the fact that she still loved it more than him. His dick was still too soft to punish her with it. “You know what you need? Get back on your knees.”
She grunted and rolled her eyes. “That again?”
Without saying a word, Vince slid out of her and off of her. He grabbed his pants.
“Okay,” Maggie said.
He was relieved that that had worked. Perhaps he was actually getting somewhere. He dropped his pants the moment she got on her knees. But there was no way he was getting back up that night, and Maggie was settling back into satisfying her ambitions before him. Vince would have to make her feel something she would never forget—all pleasure, no pain.
He moved behind her and spread her ass cheeks. Starting from the bottom, he licked until his tongue plunged into her asshole. Maggie gasped and moaned to let him know how much she liked that. He pinched her round ass then sucked the blushing flesh against his tongue. He had changed his mind. The principle of pleasure and pain excited him, and just like that, his dick was getting with the program.
***
Maggie
I turn to see how Vince is making all those delicious sensations happen at once, but he jams his cock into my slippery space. The way he’s rimming me makes my legs quiver. I whimper, and Vince grips me around the belly to make sure I don’t move.
“You like this, baby?” he grunts.
“Uh-hum.”
He bobs me expertly against his cock. I get louder as each raking of his dick against the opening of my pussy spurs pleasurable sensations. Then Vince pulls out and springs to his feet. He snatches his pants off the floor and quickly puts them on.
“No…” I groan.
“Your car is parked out front.” He takes the keys out of his pocket and hands them to me. “Here you go.”
I hesitate. He’s all business, but it’s evident by the size of his bulge that he’s still aroused. I take the keys, and he grabs my wrist and pulls. Our chests collide before our tongues explore each other’s. My pussy throbs for more.
“Um…” I lick his sweetness on my lips. “How about we go back to your place?”
Vince drops his head and sighs gravely. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I pelt his chest with kisses.
“Stop…”
I grab his cock. “No.”
“Mags.” He removes my hand.
“Is it because she lives with you?”
He frowns, confused. “Oh, Emily? No. I live alone, thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me?” I step back, looking in his eyes. I feel as if he’s accusing me of something that’s not my fault. “What is the fucking problem, Vince?”
“I told you already!”
“All you’ve told me was to get on my fucking knees.”
“Maggie, you’re the problem.”
“Me?”
“Give up your business plans with Monroe. Decrease your workload with A&Rt and be with me every day. Can you do that?”
“Huh?” What he’s asking is not only unreasonable but undoable.
He shakes his head and clears his throat. “Don’t worry, I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it. But a lot has to change before we can make another go at it.”
Vince is giving me a headache. “Like what?”
He sighs as though I’ve asked him a difficult question. “Remember the wedding?”
“We’ve been going downhill since then.”
“You left me there. I didn’t even know the guy.”
I rear back as if he’s slapped me in the face. “But you were with Charlie and Jack. I thought you were having a good time.”
“I was until you left!”
“I had to fly to London because—”
“You always have to fly some-fucking-where! You have a team for a reason. You should delegate more,” he says.
I take a deep breath. Vince needn’t say more. He has been dropping hints for a very long time regarding how he feels about how much I work, even if it’s for his company. Yes, I have staff to deal with events, but I love the grunt work, not sitting behind a desk and calling the shots. “What do you want me to say?”
“What do