When brash redhead Maggie Mae McDonough walks into the showroom and selects Sam Preston to show her cars, he not only says no, he says “Hell, no!” She’d cut him off in traffic, spilling coffee all over him and his car. If that weren’t enough, the way she moved, spoke, acted, and looked made him hot under the hood. He didn’t need this distraction. Not when he was working two jobs just to make ends meet.
Maggie doesn’t need love. Some hot, sweaty sex would sure be nice, though. It had been way too long. But when she lays eyes on Sam, both her heart and her libido rumble like the throaty roar of a muscle car. She should steer clear...way clear. Love only hurts. So why does she decide he’s the only one who can help her?
“I think we both want the same thing,” Maggie said.
“Oh, yes. Definitely the same thing.” Sam stepped toward the bed with Maggie right beside him. He turned her to face him, cupping her chin. “I could stare into these eyes for hours.”
“I—I don’t think I can wait that long,” she said, her large, expressive emerald eyes mesmerizing him.
He chuckled, which brought a smile to her face. “Well, I think you can wait just a little while longer.”
Not giving her time to think that one through, he kissed her, pulling the sunshine of her smile into his mouth, his body, his soul. Hungry lips answered him and her tongue pushed into his mouth.
He responded with his own need. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her nose, her eyes, her cheek, then worked his way along her shoulder, sliding her bra strap aside. At the swell of her breast, he stopped long enough to unhook her bra, tossing it to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Cupping her breasts in his hands, he loved the perfect fit. Her blush-colored areolas and tight, needy nipples called to him. Sam had no intention of refusing that call, so he lowered his mouth and pulled her in.
“Oh, God,” she said as he played with her. “Oh my God. I swear, I could come right now.”
Without losing his hold, Sam chuckled, feeling the vibration echo through her body. “Don’t,” he said.
“I don’t think I have any choice. What you’re doing, it’s...oh, God!”
He bit lightly down, moved to cup her mound with his hand and Maggie screamed.
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