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Terry’s face rested in the crook of Maggie’s neck. He needed to move, to take her somewhere and hold her, but that’d mean he’d have to pull out of her body. He didn’t want to do that. If he’d fucked this up by asking her to touch Dale, it may be the last time she let him touch her.
Her knees buckled and his arms tightened, holding her up. She was boneless from her orgasm, like living putty—warm and malleable in his arms. He needed to take care of her and make sure things were good. He pulled from her body and his heart eased a bit at her whimper. If she still wanted his dick inside her, she didn’t hate him. He lifted her, snatching his jacket from the chair as he walked across the room. He gently placed her on the loveseat and wrapped his jacket around her. She stared up at him, her hazel eyes soft and wide. He saw nothing in them except spent passion.
He kissed her, a soft brushing of his lips on hers but she didn’t flinch or pull away. “I need to get our things.” He walked around the room, gathering their clothes.
He pulled on his underwear and pants before stuffing his socks into his pockets and sliding on his shoes. She watched him in silence. That wasn’t good. Maggie was seldom quiet. He prayed he hadn’t ruined things. No, he wouldn’t allow that. He’d fix it. She could berate him and tell him she never wanted to come back to the Club and he’d accept that, but she wasn’t going to kick him out of her life or her bed, not over something as stupid as a hand job.
He tossed the rest of their clothes over his shoulder and walked to the love seat. He bent and picked her up.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.” He headed for the door.
“Terry...I’m going to need a moment.”
He prayed it was because she was tired and not because she was disgusted with him. What had he been thinking? He hadn’t been, not his brain anyway. He’d been so caught up in the scene. She’d been so eager and hot for him. Him. He’d wanted to see her jerk off Dale. He’d wanted the other man to have a small taste of what he was missing. What he’d never get, because Maggie was his. “I want to hold you, that’s all.”
“Oh.” She rested her head against his chest. “I can walk.”
“Don’t care.” He strode from the room and down the hallway toward the private suites.
“People are looking.” She hid her face against his shoulder.
“Trust me.” He smiled as she lifted her head a bit, peeking at the people as they walked by. “They’ve seen Doms carry their Subs before.”
“I’m sure, but...”
“Hush and let me hold you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t want to be even an inch away from you right now.” He kissed her again. “If I could’ve figured out a way to get to our room without pulling my cock out of your pussy, I would’ve.”