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breathed more than spoke directly into her ear, the heat and moisture of his breath causing her to shiver deliciously.
    “I can’t,” Maggie whispered brokenly. “I want to, but I can’t.” Maggie’s voice stopped on a quiet sob of pleasure as Jonathan finally pulled her skirt to her waist and his hand touched the skin of her hip through her filmy shift.
    The touch seemed to galvanize Jonathan, and he leaned fully against her, pulling her hips back as he bent his legs and nestled the firm, hard length of his manhood in the hot crease of her bottom.
    “Oh God!”Maggie cried out, trying to stifle the sound but unable to stop herself. Instinctively she bent forward slightly, pushing herself more firmly against his erection.
    Jonathan’s head bent and he kissed the side of Maggie’s neck where it sloped to meet her shoulder. His mouth was open and wet and hot, and he gently suckled her skin before pulling back and giving the area a slow lick. He was rewarded by a long, low moan from deep in Maggie’s throat.
    “Why? Why can’t you?” he asked her in that deep, mesmerizing way he had, seducing her with the Page 39
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    sound of his voice.
    Maggie was lost. The feel of him on her skin—his hand, his mouth, his voice—all combined to make her pussy ache with the need to be filled by him. Rather than beg him to stop, she wanted to beg him to take her here, hard and fast and deep. Oh God, this was what they had reduced her to.
    Just then Jonathan’s other hand moved and slid over her breast, cupping it and kneading it firmly while he rotated his palm against her distended nipple. Maggie felt the rush of hot liquid slide from her pussy, making it burn and throb with desire.
    “No,” Maggie whispered, shaking her head even as it fell back against Jonathan’s shoulder. “No, no, no.” Her protest became another deep moan as Jonathan increased the pressure on her breast and licked the inner folds of her ear, sliding up and down behind her, his cock a glorious firm pressure against her bottom.
    “Jonathan,” she moaned. His name on her lips brought her briefly back to her senses. “Phillip…” she began. Her breath was coming in pants now, breathy little gusts of air that pushed her breast more firmly into his palm and made her lightheaded.
    “Phillip wants this, Maggie,” he told her softly, his right hand sliding from her hip to the front of her drawers. “His deepest wish is that the three of us share this kind of pleasure.” He undid the tie of her drawers and they slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles.
    Maggie’s breath left her in a rush as she felt the cool air on her wet, hot pussy. Oh God , she thought, Jonathan, touch me ! Please touch me ! But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words aloud. She knew if she allowed this, there would be no turning back. She would be accepting a relationship that a mere few weeks ago would have been abhorrent to her, unthinkable.Now she craved it, desired it with her whole being. She lowered her head to rest on her arms, crossed on the tabletop. She could no longer resist and gave herself up to Jonathan’s direction.
    “Yes, Maggie, yes,” Jonathan crooned. “Just let me take care of you.” He pulled his hands around to her bent back and slowly ran them down over her buttocks as he knelt behind her. “Let me take these off, Maggie,” he whispered, lifting first one foot then the other as he pulled her drawers out of the way. He adjusted her legs so her stance was wide and, as if to reward her, gave her a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the cheek of her bottom, his tongue licking along the sensitized skin.
    Maggie’s knees nearly buckled, but Jonathan’s hands came up to grip her thighs.
    “Steady,” he whispered. “There’s much more to come, angel, so you need to be strong.” He paused and ran his hands up and down her legs, his fingers tracing her garters. “I like