Page 60 of Sighs By the Sea

I sail over the edge, bliss streaming through my body, saturating me with such intense satisfaction as I explode inside her, belting out my pleasure like I’m singing in a choir. "Yes! Fuck me. Yes, Maggie!"

Slowing, I let the aftershocks flow through me. Each one makes my cock twitch inside her. Every time it does, she gasps with lazy delight.

Finally, with me panting behind her, both our bodies slick with sweat, I go limp on top of her. We both fall to the bed, her giggling as my body weight lands on her chest. Despite what we just did, it’s the giggle that has my stomach swooping into a knot of happiness. That sound. It’s better than hearing a symphony perfectly execute the Flight of the Valkyries. Better than any other sound. Except maybe the laughter of my son, and it’s definitely a close second.

I made her make that noise. I make her happy. For some reason, that thought is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. But like hell am I going to waste it. For as long as she’ll let me, I’ll be coaxing that giggle from her lips.

Maggie

Ishove at Grayson’s lifeless body, laughing as I do. “Grayson!”

“Can’t move. Too sexy,” he jokes, making me laugh harder, but I stop pushing. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and press my lips to his.

Our gentle kiss takes my breath away more than the sex. It’s so tender and filled with affection that I can hardly breathe when I finally pull away. I search his eyes, darting between them and his lips.

“Will you stay tonight?” I ask, my voice hitching.

He tilts his head. “Of course, Maggie. I’m yours. Or did you forget that you declared us together?”

I tip my head back with a throaty laugh. “Yes, I did, didn’t I?”

He lies beside me and nuzzles into the auburn hair at my neck. “Best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Sex?”

“You.” The sweetness of his words hits me hard. That guilt I was feeling before rears its ugly head again. I take a deep inhale and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“You okay?” Grayson asks, concern etching his voice.

I nod but don’t open my eyes. “Just wish it was tomorrow and I had more answers for you."

“Don’t think about that now,” he says, pecking at my neck. “You know…” There’s a playful lilt in his voice that immediately perks me up. “I haven’t called Georgie yet today.” That makes my hands clap together. I can’t help it. George is awesome. Talking with him will definitely lift my spirits—and his. I know how much Grayson misses his son.

Without saying anything else, Grayson gets up and finds his pants. His phone is tucked in the back pocket, and he pulls it out.

“We should probably dress,” I remind him with a laugh.

He smacks his forehead a little too comically. He’s doing all this for my benefit, and my heart cracks a little more. I jump up and go to my dresser, knowing exactly what I’ll wear for my favorite four-year-old.

When he sees what I’m putting on, he smiles. “Miss Maggie, are you trying to impress another man?”

I look down at the yellow bat symbol on my chest. “Oh, this? I’ve had it forever. I certainly didn’t order the set on Amazon two days ago and have been waiting to show them off.” Grayson pulls on his briefs and then his shirt.

We both slide up the bed until we’re against the headboard. The call connects, and we both laugh when George’s face comes on screen. He’s far too close to the camera, and we can only see his forehead.

“Pull back, son!” Grayson says with a laugh. George does, and I see that he’s already in his pajamas too. They’re nearly identical to mine, and I know I made the right choice.

“Dad, do you know, um, did you know that sharks have three hundreds teef?” To emphasize his point, George holds up all ten fingers. Can I die of cuteness overload? Maybe. Certainly, I can from holding in the fit of giggles. George has that effect on me.

“Oh yeah? Let me guess, Gramma took you to the aquarium?”

“Yep and gotted us ice cream.” George makes a sound on the other end that I think is a truck noise. When I see the flash of his Hot Wheels a moment later, I know I guessed right. “Can I talk to Miss Maggie?” George asks.

I put a hand on my chest. He remembers me? And wants to talk? Yes, yes, yes! I’ve been practicing our next conversation for a while in my head.

Grayson hands the phone over, and George regales me with tales from his day. When he asks what I did, I tell him I chased bad guys. That leads to us trading insider secrets on our favorite superheroes and villains.

After a while, George finally asks for his dad, and Grayson takes the phone back. “I thought you forgot about me.”

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