Gnomes of Suburbia by Viola Grace Page B

this around a bit.” He backed away from her and took her hand, pulling her upright. He walked over to the wingback chair along one wall and took his seat. He smiled and patted his thighs. “As fast or as slow as you want it."
    His erection drew her like a lodestone. Moving deliberately, she climbed up and moved to position him at her entrance. As if in a dream, she lowered herself inch by inch until his breath was heaving in his chest and she was trembling with the urge to impale herself completely.
    The decision was soon taken from her. After two whole minutes of her rising and falling at her leisure, he gripped her hips and surged into her, pounding upward in a beat as old as time. She hung on to the rock hard curves of his shoulders for balance as he thrust deeply over and over. Abby began to shake, an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before building within her.
    And then he stopped. The bastard stopped.
    Abby glared at him, she hoped that one tenth of the fury she felt was in her eyes.
    He merely laughed at her and said, “Hang on."
    He rose to his feet, wearing her. He held her hips to his as he crossed the room and laid her on her coffee table. She was draped across it like an offering and he was in the mood to worship. He draped her legs over his shoulders and drove into her one last time. This time he hammered into her with the express purpose of achieving an orgasm for herself and for him.
    His fingers brushed the nub of sensation between them as he rocked and thrust into her. With all the previous stimulation, it didn't take her long before she was panting on the edge of release once again. As she gasped and shuddered with each impact, she noted the flaring lights in the room.
    Something was going to blow, and with relief, it was finally her. No scream, no gasp and no howl made it through her throat, but the magic that blasted loose, shook the very foundations of her house. Xander's eyes widened as he was dragged along in her magical wake and his own orgasm shook him in its grip.
    So much for first dates and self-control.
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Chapter Twenty-One
    Waking from a post-coital snuggle to find an audience of gnomes facing you would have disturbed a lesser being, but having gotten what she was after, Abby was made of sterner stuff. Barely.
    Xander, on the other hand, jerked in surprise and threw the afghan from the back of the sofa over their bodies. “When did they get here?"
    "I have no idea. But they seemed to have missed the big show.” She tucked the blanket under her arms and levered herself upward.
    "How can you tell?"
    "They look neither shocked nor impressed.” She turned to give him a quick peck and it turned into a considerably longer one. Until a small and curious hand started to grope her ass, that is. “Knock it off, Harby."
    Sitting up, while ignoring Xander's newest arousal was a hard thing to do, no pun intended. “Guys. Shoo! Go do some dishes or reorganize the lawn. Sort the grass or something."
    "Do they actually do what you tell them to?” He caressed her hips and drew her against him as her tiny army filed out of the room. Mitsy and Ruffles dragged Harby between them.
    "Not usually, no. They just do what they want.” She looked around on the floor and located her shirt and jeans. His hands were warm and the ridge of flesh that was pressing against her tailbone was hot. She was saved from another marathon session by the unmistakable ring of a cell phone emanating from the heap of denim that had landed by the fireplace. “Uh, Xander. Your phone is ringing."
    "They can wait."
    He burrowed his lips into the hollow of her throat and she marvelled that he could almost wrap completely around her and reach every portion of her body at will. She let out a deep sigh and relaxed against him, loving the rise and fall of his chest under hers. It was only when a second round of breathing occurred that she had a sneaking suspicion that her magic had found some