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“Just give it a moment,” he told her, picking up her fork with his other hand. He speared some salad and held it to her mouth.
She just stared at him. He had to be kidding. She couldn’t eat at a time like this!
However, she had to admit that her arousal levels did seem to be dropping to a level where she could be perhaps a tiny bit embarrassed by her behavior.
She might have overreacted slightly.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I just . . . I’m not used to, um . . .”
“It’s all right, Little girl,” Ian told her soothingly. “I might have pushed you a tad too far after being calledfine.”
“I was just joking,” she said hastily. “You are amazing and talented and so damn sexy. Really.”
Ian leaned in to kiss her, removing his hand from her pussy. She sighed, feeling somewhat better.
“Here, eat some salad.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“Be a good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “I do have an actual treat for you.”
She ate half the salad and a few bites of the burger before she couldn’t fit any more in.
“Now do I get my treat?” she asked.
Ian nodded and set her down on her own seat. “Jack, can you feed our girl her ice cream?”
“With pleasure.”
Jack got up at the same time that Ian disappeared under the table.
“Ian? What are you doing?” she asked as he lifted her skirt, his head disappearing underneath.
And then she figured out exactly what he was doing. A moan escaped her and she placed her hand over her mouth.
“I can’t . . . Uncle Willy.” She stared at Jack in worry.
But heck . . . she wanted this. So badly.
“I’ll watch the stairs. I’ll see him coming,” Jack assured her as he placed a bowl of ice cream in front of her. He spooned some up and fed it to her. “Enjoy your treat, baby girl.”
Oh, she did.
She really, really did.
Jack fed her mouthfuls of ice cream as Ian ate her out until she was squirming, unable to concentrate on her sweet treat as Ian drove her insane.
Jack pressed his lips to hers as she let out a cry when she came. She kissed him back eagerly as her body shook from her release.
He let her go, moving away.
Maggie slumped back in her chair, trying to calm her breathing. Ian popped up, lips and chin coated in her arousal.
She might’ve felt embarrassed, if she wasn’t feeling so darn good at that moment.
“You haven’t eaten all of your ice cream,” Ian told her, spooning some of the remaining ice cream. Well, it was more like a puddle of ice cream now.
“I don’t want it,” she told him, still floating. “Nothing . . . nothing could be better than that.”
