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him. His cock impaled her pussy; his tongue entwined with hers. There were no choices left. The tingling between her legs grew stronger. She could not take much more.
    “Come for me now, Maggie. Come around my cock.”
    Maggie’s body suddenly went stiff as time stood still. She couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to. Poised on the edge, Liam’s cock slammed into her and her body arched as she cried out. Desperately she clung to the cliff’s edge, but his cock slammed into her again and she plunged into the abyss. In bliss, the waves of her orgasm swept over her, from the tips of her fingers where she clutched the curtain, to the ends of her feet where they wrapped around Liam’s back. Maggie’s voice filled the air with wordless cries as she hung onto Liam’s body and rode him.
    Liam grinned as she screamed and her pussy contracted around his cock. Dimly he hoped the hotel had thick walls otherwise security would be here any second. As the contractions in her pussy squeezed him, he groaned and thrust hard again. And then time stood still for him as well. With loud, satisfied groans, he pumped his seed into her as her muscles milked him dry.
    Panting, their movements slowed. Liam remained in her as long as he could, but the tip had become sensitive; pulling out, he shuddered as he collapsed alongside her body. “Maggie…” He wanted to tell her it had never been like that before. He wanted to tell her that he would make love to her like that every time. He wanted to tell her he was falling in love with her.
    But she put her finger over his lips. She didn’t want him to say words he’d regret in the morning. Long ago she had armed herself against the words of men and even though her heart yearned to hear the soft words he would speak, her already-damaged heart couldn’t stand being broken right now. Instead, she snuggled beside him as the coolness of the night made her shiver.
    The covers floated up and covered the two of them where they lay entwined in each other’s arms, but neither noticed. Contentment and sheer exhaustion had claimed them both.
    “Aye, Seamus O’Brien, it is a genius you are.”
    And under the bed, the little leprechaun doused the magical moonlight and rested in his tapestry.

Chapter Three
     
    Maggie awoke to the sound of a baritone voice singing “When Irish Eyes are Smiling .” Blinking against the morning light and stretching, she suddenly remembered where she was and what she had done last night. Peeking under the covers the sight of her naked body was confirmation. Moaning, she put her hands to her head and sat up.
    “Maggie Andrews, I can’t believe you did that! What were you thinking, girl?” She glanced over to the closed bathroom door as the words of the song dissolved into a very fine humming. The swishing of water followed by a clink on the porcelain sink told her he was shaving.
    Rushing to get her clothes before he came out of the bathroom, Maggie found her discarded lingerie flung to the other side of the room. “Flannel. Today I go buy a flannel nightgown. And a robe. You definitely need a robe.” Expecting to be in a room all by herself, she hadn’t bothered to pack one.
    His shirt lay near her discarded nightclothes; it would do. She slipped her arms into it and pulled it together in front of her. At least it covered her rear end. Just as she buttoned the last button, Liam sang the last line of the song and made his entrance.
    “Irish eyes are smiling, Sure ‘n, they steal your heart away.” He grinned to see her in his shirt. “ Mornin ’, Maggie!”
    “Good morning, Mr. Finnerty .” She gathered up the clothes she would need for the day while trying to ignore the fact that Liam wore only a towel around his waist.
    “Oh, we’re back to that, are we?”
    His amused smile did nothing to sway her mind. She was determined to put the feelings he stirred in her back into the box where they belonged. She had a job to do.
    “Yes, Mr. Finnerty , we are back to