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  “She’s not that hot,” Charlie mumbled.

  Vince snorted and gulped all the liquid in his glass. He raised the empty glass and called to the bartender for another.

  “I haven’t seen her in a while. Where is she?” Thatcher asked.

  “On her way to London,” Vince muttered, hating having to say it out loud.

  “There was a reason why Maggie was single when you first met her,” Charlie said. He took a swig from his glass, not realizing all eyes were on him.

  “Is she a crazy psycho bitch?” Thatcher asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

  Vince raised a finger. “Hey, she’s not a bitch.”

  “Sorry, guy. Didn’t mean it that way. Look at her. What does she have to be bitchy about anyway?”

  “Thatch,” Charlie said, “Maggie is a bitch. You cross her, and she’ll stab you with her stinger. Don’t let the Heidi costume fool you.”

  Vince frowned into his scotch. He wasn’t going to rebut Charlie—needling each other was the nature of the two cousins’ relationship. Vince and Angelina had learned to stay out of it. Deep down, Maggie and Charlie loved each other until it hurt, but they’d been taking jabs at each other so long, they don’t know how to stop the insults. But Vince was conflicted as hell. Before Maggie had come along, the idea of marriage made him break into hives. Listening to his sisters warn him that his clock was ticking and he didn’t want to be bouncing babies on his bad knees when he was a senior citizen gave him a migraine. But every man he knew wanted to fuck Maggie, married or single. She had a universe full of options, and sealing the deal would make him her only choice.

  “Deep under Maggie’s surface lives the soul of a cranky cat lady with no cats,” Charlie continued since he was on a roll.

  Thatcher laughed his head off. “Why doesn’t she have any cats?”

  “Because she’d have to feed them and buy kitty litter and shit. Sorry, Vince bro, but the question isn’t when you’re going to get married; it’s when are you going to get so fucking fed up that you finally dump her ass.”

  “I’m never dumping her,” Vince said.

  “I’ll remember that when you eat those words. Look, I love Mags. I really want the best for her, but she’s not wearing your fucking ring, is she? Maggie doesn’t believe in marriage. I’m surprised she hasn’t told you that. The best relationship she’s ever had was with herself.”

  Vince crumpled his eyebrows. He couldn’t dismiss what Charlie was saying. Maggie made the worst girlfriend, but when they were together, it was fantastic.

  She didn’t wear the engagement ring. He was determined to make her wear the fucking ring. He wasn’t one of those guys who wanted her to stay home barefoot and pregnant, but they had to live some kind of life together, like normal couples. He was tired of being penciled in on her fucking calendar. Half the time it wasn’t even her calling to make the plans; it was Mavis, her assistant. He had moved heaven and earth to lick up the crumbs of time that she had given him, but crumbs could never fill the belly. He wanted to feel fulfilled when it came to loving Maggie. He deserved way more than she was giving.

  “Does she love you?” Thatcher asked.

  “Yes, she does.” Vince was sure about the answer to that question but he looked to Charlie for consensus anyway.

  Charlie snorted. “She loves him.”

  “Then make her remember it. I’ll give you some tips,” he said. “But they can backfire if she doesn’t love you.” Thatcher had told him about borrowing tricks from BDSM culture, dominant and submissive practices. “It’s some sick shit but it works on hot chicks like her who are used to men falling all over them.”

  “Maggie’ll never be some guy’s slave,” Charlie chimed in. “If she does, I’ll kick her ass. Plus, Maggie’s not insecure.”

  “None of them are insecure until you bring it out of them,” Thatcher said.

  Vince slumped his shoulders. “You’re right, Charlie. It’s not going to work on her.”

  Thatcher slapped Vince on the shoulder. “It’ll work. Believe me dude. I studied her. She knows she hot. You want her to open wide and let you in on command?”

  The thought of having Maggie spread her legs on command made Vince’s dick throb. “Fuck yes. So how should I do it?”

  “Pull back. Make her earn every fuck and tit touch. Do you go down on her?” Thatcher asked.

  “Every chance I get.” Vince could see Thatcher fantasizing about tasting Maggie’s pussy. It kind of bothered him.

  “Then spoon-feed her that shit too. Take her to the edge, but don’t let her come until she earns it.”

  Charlie burst into laughter, pounding the bar top. “If that shit works with Maggie, then dude, you are a god, and I will bow down like a heathen and worship you.”

  “What’s the alternative?” Vince asked Charlie.

  Charlie’s laughter simmered. After pondering for a moment, he shrugged. “There isn’t one. Unless Maggie changes, then brother, you have an expiration date.”

  That was Vince’s thought exactly.

  The first thing he’d done was refuse Maggie’s calls. It wasn’t easy. He missed the phone sex. Maggie could get him so excited that he would finish before she reached the end of the scenario. But he was tired of making love to her only in the fantasies she fed him.

  A couple of weeks passed, and he had gone so long without contacting Maggie that he began to feel free of the power she had over him. When he saw Emily at his sister Lexington’s wedding, a flash of attraction made him do something stupid. He hadn’t even known that Emily would be there.

  He’d later learned that his sister Lexi had set them up. Vince’s sisters hated Maggie. Lexi didn’t like her because she said Maggie was rude to her once in high school, and Alexandria and Madison didn’t like her because they had concluded that Maggie was crass, which made her unsuitable for him.

  Emily was the opposite of Maggie. Emily was wide-eyed and affable. She laughed at all his jokes. She stared at him from across the room. On the day before the wedding, the two of them had gone to all their favorite spots in Denver, which included “The Watering Hole,” a place where the kids used to make out and fuck. It was nighttime, and he and Emily stood on the edge of the polluted lake. Sunburned condoms and marijuana butts littered the ground. They reminisced about their first time there and how he’d really had to work to get into her pants. The next thing he knew, they were kissing. Then they were fucking, and then they were fucking like rabbits.

  He liked the way Emily always wanted to be around him. She’d even said something about them moving in together one day. Sure, it had made him squeamish, but it also made him wonder why it could never be that easy with Maggie. He didn’t understand why Maggie had had to purchase that apartment in Lincoln Square when she could’ve just moved into his place, south of Central Park. He had the best pad in the building!

  Then Robert, who had also been a guest at his mother’s house for the wedding, caught him and Emily fucking behind the toolshed. When Vince lied and said it was their first time, Robert admitted that he’d seen them in the pool house as well. So Vince was forced to ‘fess up. He also declared that he was done with Maggie, but Vince wanted to take it back as soon as he saw that look in Robert’s eyes.

  “Then she’s fair game?” Robert asked.

  Vince shrugged. He didn’t know what to say. “Maggie’s free to do whatever the hell she likes. She does what she wants anyway.”

  It was Robert who had asked Emily to work for them. Vince knew it was a calculated move on Robert’s part. Vince’s life was spiraling out of control—he was fucking Emily but missing the hell out of Maggie, who had no idea he was fucking another woman. He racked his brain for a way to dump Emily while making sure Maggie never learned about his indiscretion. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was in too deep to come out unscathed.

  Then Maggie had showed up at the office that morning. One look at her, and he realized that he’d definitely made the biggest mistake of
his life. Vince didn’t want to give her up, and Robert was already pouncing on her. However, Vince could look at Maggie and tell that she was still the same. If only she could be more like Emily and ache when she wasn’t in his presence. It sure as hell made him ache not to be with her. So he’d decided to use the BDSM shit on her.

  At the moment, he had to press his lips together to keep from suckling her nipples as he pulled her dress off. Her skin was so soft, ready for him to sink into. Their eyes met. He felt the pre-cum moistening the tip of his penis as he watched her crawl up against the headboard and part her milky thighs. His dick twitched, and he had to grab it to keep it from spraying.

  “Touch yourself,” he said, going against the BDSM handbook.

  “Where?” she asked.

  “Your pussy.”

  “How?”

  Oh shit. He was ready to devour that swollen knot of hers. He wanted her sweet, slippery juices on his tongue, but he had to control himself. He had to make Maggie think that this was her only chance with him, and if she fucked it up, then that was it. He had to be prepared to leave that hot, dripping pussy on the bed, legs spread and untouched.

  “Make your pussy ready for me, baby,” he said.

  Maggie grinned naughtily and plunged two fingers into her pussy as she rounded her clit with her thumb. In and out, she finger-fucked herself. Vince’s mouth watered, and he swallowed the extra fluid.

  “Pull on your nipple, baby,” he said.

  He skipped a breath as Maggie tugged at the tip.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  He dropped his pants and underwear and pulled off his shirt. His dick was so hard that the vein along his shaft wanted to pop out of his skin. It was too late to eat her pussy; he was too close to coming. Vince slammed his dick into her slippery caves. Oh shit, she was dripping wet and hot. He pounded the hell out of her, hitting bottom.

  He clutched her ass, scooted her away from the headboard, and rammed his dick deeper inside her. He held still, warning himself not to come. Maggie tried to shift to chase her orgasm, but he held her hips. She moaned out of frustration. The blood in his dick settled. He was thankful for the reprieve. He pulled out of her and smashed his tongue against her swollen knot. It was soft and slippery and hard, all at the same time. She wriggled against his mouth.

  “If you don’t stay still, then I’m going to stop.” He hoped she wouldn’t call his bluff because there was no way in hell he would discontinue.

  She nodded wildly. Her eyes were glazed. Hell, he was in complete control, which made the blood rush back to his dick. He fucked her slippery pussy with his tongue then reattached his mouth to her clit, sucking and lapping. She struggled to stay still, and that turned him on even more. He was about to blow, and she hadn’t even come yet. He slipped two fingers inside her and rimmed her pussy. Maggie screamed with pleasure. She tried to grab the headboard, but her arms couldn’t reach. If only he could eat those tits and stay where he was. He would have to wait.

  “Oh, Vince,” she cried, arching her back and tugging at the sheets.

  He strained to hold in his orgasm. Finally her walls pulsated around his fingers, and her pussy released the nectar he’d been milking her for. He slammed his dick into her pussy. One thrust. He shivered. Second thrust. His balls tightened, and he blasted his seed inside her, grunting at the top of his lungs.

  Vince trembled until the sensation subsided. He pressed himself heavily upon her, and Maggie wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, he felt their souls merging. He wasn’t done with her yet. In his mind, the last person who’d given her breasts a good go was Monroe. He had to take over. Vince kissed her sensual mouth and sucked his way down her neck to stroke her nipple with his tongue. He’d just learned that she loved it when he raked his teeth across the tip. Her pussy contracted around his spent dick, bringing him back to life.

  He kissed the tip of her damp nipple and looked her in the eyes. Maggie looked as if she didn’t know what he would do next. He hoped he hadn’t taken the BDSM tactics too far. He loved his feisty sex goddess who had started taking more initiative in the bedroom since they’d first gotten together. He didn’t want to mind-fuck her away.

  “So what’s this talk about you quitting?” he asked.

  “I think it’s best I work with Monroe.”

  “Why?”

  “At first it was because of what happened this morning, but now I’m kind of excited about the work.” She raised her eyebrows when she said “work.”

  The way she said “work” 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 th
ere. 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 I want you to say? Do you want to be in this with me?”

  “In a relationship? Yes. I love you.”

  “Charlie thinks you’re going to leave me one day.”

  “You’re listening to Chuck?”

  He shakes his head. “Forget it. I have to go. Are you still determined to work with Monroe?”

  “Well, yeah, I guess so. Yes.”

  His expression goes stone cold. “Are you giving us two weeks’ notice?”

  “Are we breaking up?”

  He lifts my hand and spreads his thumb over my ring. “Don’t take this off.” He kisses the ring. “I’ll call you.” He drops my hand and walks to the doorway.

  “Vince?”

  He turns and gives me a look.

  “Should I do my last two weeks in L.A. instead of New York?”

  His eyes fall down my body then go back up to my face. “Go to New York.”

  Ouch. “But Robert will be there.”

  “Is that a problem for you?” he asks.

  I shrug. “Probably.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Do what you want, Mags. You already let Monroe suck your tits—my tits.”

  For some strange reason, I’m compelled to look at my breasts. When I look up, Vince is already running up the stairs. I would follow, but I’m naked.

  By the time I’ve dressed and rejoined the party, Vince is gone. The music is louder, white lights are flashing, and people are smashed. I search for Monroe through the provocative dancing, face sucking, tit sucking, dick sucking, clit sucking, and old-fashioned fucking. This is so not my scene.