CHAPTER 31: Terry
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Terry picked up another cherry. Maggie was so close to coming a stray breeze would probably push her over the edge. He filled it with liqueur.
“No. Please. I can’t.” Her gaze was unfocused, still partially lost to her passion.
“Hold still. You don’t want to drop anymore, do you?”
“No. Sir. Please.”
“Don’t worry. They’re not very cold anymore.” He placed it on the top of her breast.
Her breathing slowed as she tried to keep it steady but her body was a mess of desire and frustration. The cherry wobbled. “I can’t.”
He put a finger on it, holding it in place while he grabbed another one and placed it on her other breast. “Concentrate, rabbit.” He moved his hands, grabbing the chocolate liqueur and pouring it into the second cherry. His lips turned up in a s
