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Shit, I’m not sure what happens then.
I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to have to deal with it. Bryant will be in Washington, though. I can send Terry to him. They’ll hate me, but I can shield them for as long as I can…
“Maggie?” Bryant prompts me, and I realize I’m getting lost in my terror of the unknown and not in the moment. I swallow and push my fears away.
“I’m here, Bry,” I whisper as I reach up to unbutton my shirt.
Bryant’s dark eyes seem to grow even darker as he watches me. This moment is unlike any we’ve shared in recent years. It almost feels like our first time all over again—except we can actually stand up to undress. There’s not much room in cars, which seems to be a normal thing when the two of us get together. Sometimes, I think that we’ve made love in cars more than we have in a bed.
I let my shirt fall to the ground and once it’s gone, Bryant quickly lifts his t-shirt over his head and lets it join mine. His eagerness makes me smile and lets a little more of my panic recede. Tomorrow can take care of itself.
Right now is what matters.
I grin at him, determined to live in the here and now. Then, I shimmy out of my jeans. Bryant’s beautiful, full lips spread into a full-on grin that’s slightly devilish. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he undoes his pants, pushes them down and steps out of them.
If there’s one thing about Bryant that I love—okay, there are lots—but one of them is definitely that he loves to go commando. Which means, he’s standing in front of me, completely naked, his body golden from the sun, his muscles firmly on display even down to that sexy ‘v’ shape that leads down into the Promised Land.
His large, thick, beautifully sculpted cock is bouncing out, swaying towards me. The head darker in color, wet with precum that is leaking. His balls already tight and firm. My hand reaches out of its own volition, wrapping around the base of his cock, my fingers stretching around his thick girth. I stroke him firmly, feeling powerful as a shudder moves through his body. I lick my lips as I repeat my action once, then again, and—
Bryant’s hand comes up and slides over the top of mine. I stare for a minute, taking it in. There’s something deeply erotic about the two of us holding his cock together, but it feels more than that.
“I love what you’re doing, Maggie, but if you don’t stop, this will end before we get to the good stuff.”
I force my gaze to move up to his face. “What if I consider this part of the good stuff?” I taunt.
“Then, I guess it will be up to me to show you that you’re wrong,” he responds, and before I even blink, he picks me up in his arms and closes the distance to the bed, lying me down on the mattress.
“And here I thought I’d never like your need for always being right, Bryant Matthews,” I tease.
“Just like I thought I’d never like your smart mouth, Maggie May. I guess we were both wrong,” he says, while sliding his fingers on either side of the waistband of my panties and pulling them from my body.
“You were wrong more than me, though,” I challenge him, as he stares down at me, his breath rugged. The look on his face makes my own just as labored. You can feel the hunger in the air between us. It’s like a living thing that wraps around the both of us, heating the room, making everything more vibrant. Bryant and I have always been like this.
Like live electricity sparking off of one another.
“I’m thinking I need to find something to keep that mouth of yours busy, gorgeous,” he says, standing back from the bed a step and stroking his cock—making my mouth water. I love when he gets like this, when he’s growly and possessive, yet playful at the same time. I lick my lips, staring down at his hard length, knowing what comes next and relishing in it. “That’s my girl,” he purrs, and we both know I am—always have been. “So eager to please me.”
My throat feels tight as I look up at this powerful, beautiful man and nod. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Take that fucking bra off, Maggie,” he orders, letting me know that time for play is over.
He’s all in now, his voice dropping down to that almost animalistic quality, his eyes dark as midnight and his body flushed with hunger. God, he’s beautiful. I quickly pull my bra off, not taking the time to be sexy about it, not even unlatching it. I literally yank it, pulling one arm from it and lifting my other to free it as I whip it over my head and hurl it out of my way. It slaps against the wall, I think, but don’t care enough to watch. My eyes are on Bryant and Bryant alone.
