Sanford's voice was deep and captivating, filled with allure.

Maggie's heart was racing like it was in a marathon.

She looked at him, her face all flushed, trying to play it cool. "So, did I do a good job pleasing you?"

Sanford chuckled, easy as pie. “What do you think? Maggie, did you miss me or what?"

Did she miss him? Right then, "miss" meant a whole bunch of things.

Maggie got lost in his eyes, falling deeper and deeper.

"Yes." She missed him, body and soul!

“So, now that you admit you miss me and I'm right here, do you have any plans to do something about it?"

Sanford kept tempting her. His hand was slowly sliding down, finding her waist.

Maggie nibbled her lip, meeting his tempting grin, and started undoing his shirt, her fingers dancing.

Then, she leaned in, giving his Adam's apple a playful nip.

Sanford's hand paused and his Adam's apple did a little dance.

Boom! Sparks flew and he flipped her over, pinning her down under his body.

Her face was now blushing and her eyes were shining. Sanford couldn't hold back any longer.

His voice was soft and seductive as he said, "Maggie, your skills are too rusty. Let me show you."

His lips were warm as they moved across her forehead and slowly downwards.

There was a hint of devotion and a seductive allure in the air.

His whisper of her name left her dizzy.

Her eyes shut, she surrendered to the rush, her thoughts fading away.

She felt as if she was floating on a cloud and she longed for him to lift her higher.