Page 15 of Foxer Upper (Harmony Glen #8)
After a couple of hours, Maggie deems the decorating complete.
Her tree is up and sparkling in the front window, garlands and candles decorate the fireplace mantle, and glittery bottlebrush trees are scattered throughout.
I wonder how long they’ll last before Jasper decides to eat, steal, or destroy them.
With a contented sigh, Maggie flops back on the couch. “It’s magical. This is the best time of the year. Thanks for helping. Yet again.”
“Always. You know I never mind lending a hand. Not when it comes to you.”
“Oh, really?” She gives me a sultry look. “Feel like lending a hand—or at least a couple fingers—right now?”
I give her a stern stare. “Why, Miss Crawford, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Mmm-hmm. Is it working?”
“Definitely.” I pounce on her, making her giggle and squeal.
Sucking on her lower lip, I manage to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her hips. She lifts up, allowing me to tug them all the way off. For good measure, I grab her panties too.
Her hands are moving just as fast as mine, and before I know it, my shirt is tangled around my neck.
I pull back and yank it off, then shove her own up and over her head.
Miracle of miracles, she isn’t wearing a bra, so I have instant access to her tight, pink nipples.
They’re the exact same rosy shade as her lips, and they swell just as prettily when I kiss them.
I dive in, pushing her breasts together so I can access both nipples simultaneously. She moans as I suck on them, swiping my tongue across the stiff peaks. “Are you hard?” she gasps out.
“Are you kidding?” I mumble around her tits.
“Then fuck me,” she demands.
I lift my head up. “Patience, woman. I’m just getting started.”
“No. I’ll be patient later. Please? I just want you inside me right now.”
Well, Jesus. What man could argue with that? I stand and kick off my pants and boxer briefs, then sit on the couch and pull her to me. With Maggie, I love every position, but her on top is my favorite.
She rises onto her knees, positions my cock at her entrance, and then drops down on me so quickly that we both gasp.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, but she’s already moving, sliding up and down in a rhythm that makes me see stars.
She does this thing where she adds a grinding twist at the bottom of each stroke, before rising back up again and squeezing me with her inner muscles. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced with anyone else, and it gets me off every time.
“Vixen,” I groan. “Slow down before you kill me.”
“No,” she says, her voice all high and breathy. “This feels way too good. I’m gonna make us both come.”
As if to emphasize her point, she gives me an extra squeeze, then places her hands on my shoulders. Using the extra leverage, she bears down on me and moves in tight, slow circles. I feel like one of those cartoon dogs whose tongue unrolls while his eyes pop out of his head.
“Maggie, this is too good. I can’t hold on if you keep this up.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “I don’t want you to. I want to feel you come. I want you to swell up inside me and make me come just from the sensation of it.”
This woman. She’s the life of me, and she’ll most definitely be the death of me. Giving in, I start pumping my hips, thrusting as deep as I can, losing my mind as she grips me with her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m chanting nonsense as my balls draw up. Lightning zaps my spine and then I’m shooting my load, erupting inside her with the intensity of a volcano. She shrieks and grinds on me harder.
“Yes!” she screams, and I can feel the spasms working through her, milking me and drawing out my own pleasure. Even when I’m completely empty, she keeps riding me, moaning and twitching, obviously still feeling the aftershocks, and maybe a few mini-gasms.
When we both finally come down, she leans her forehead against mine. “Well, that was fun.”
I still haven’t caught my breath. “That’s one word for it.”
“What else would you call it?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Earth shattering? Life changing? Cataclysmic?”
She laughs. “Yeah, I’d agree with all of those.”
I meet her gaze. “What shall we do while we wait to unlock?”
She bounces on me again, testing the waters. “Well, you’re still hard and we can’t go anywhere, so I guess I better ride you all over again.”
My god. Is it any wonder I love her?
MAGGIE
It’s been hours, and we’re still on the couch. I’m fairly certain I fucked Gabe senseless, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m proud of that.
“Hey, vixen,” he says, his eyes closed.
“Yeah?”
“Remember how you said you loved me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I love you,” he says. “And we want to be together all the time, right?”
“Yesss?” she says slowly, drawing the word out. “Where is this going?”
He finally opens his eyes, his dark gaze intense. “I was thinking about how nice this is. Sitting together, enjoying the decorations, watching movies. Letting you fuck me as often as you want without ever getting off the couch. It’s pretty perfect.”
I snort. “I can see how you’d think so.”
“What would you think about moving in together? So that we can do this all the time?”
I blink. Did he really just say that? “Are you serious?”
“Of course, I’m serious. I love you. I want to be with you. It makes sense to live together.”
“We only live a block apart as it is,” I point out.
“I know,” he says, nodding. “And I’m not trying to rush you. But would you at least think about it?”
“Of course. I’m not opposed to the idea, Gabe. I’d love to live with you. But which house would we live in? We just finished the interior of mine—mostly—and it’s beautiful. But yours is bigger, and your workshop is there. How are we supposed to choose?”
He tilts his head, a twinkle in his eye. “Yours is coming along nicely. But mine needs tons of updating,” he points out. “You could use it for content.”
Well, damn. He knows just how to tempt my DIY heart. And the more I think about it, the better it sounds.
“Okay, then. I suppose I can find a renter for my place, once I deal with the outside. An extra income stream is always a good idea.” I shoot him a huge grin. “Uh-oh, Gabe. Looks like we’re starting the renovation process all over again.”
“Looks like we are,” he agrees. “But this time we’ll be doing everything together. I’m never letting you go.”
“That’s perfect, because there’s nowhere I’d rather be. Harmony Glen is my home,” I tell him, cuddling into his chest. “But it’s so much more than that. Wherever you go, Jasper and I will follow, because you’re my home.”
THE END