Page 97 of Accidental Fiancé

I turned to face her and found the strangest look on her face. “What is it?”

“I’m not… I didn’t… you know this isn’t about your money, right? I didn’t say yes because you’re loaded.”

I laughed, then worried for nothing I’d wake Piper. She didn’t even stir. “Baby, I know that.”

“If you want, I’ll sign a prenup.”

“Absolutely not. Not unless you want one.” I strode to her, watching her pretty face in the moonlight shift from apprehension to something unreadable. “Any lawyer would probably yell at me for what I’m about to say, but I want us bound in every way possible. If that means you could take me to the cleaners in a divorce so be it. But that’s how much faith I have in you. It’s a non-issue for me. What about you?”

Her lips moved for a moment like she was torn between crying and laughing. She went with laughing. “I have a great ceramic cactus collection I’ve been working on for years. If things somehow don’t work out, I’m taking it with me when I go.”

I snorted a laugh and she kissed me. “Deal.”

We walked inside, the familiar creak of the front door welcoming us back. The quiet house enveloped us like a warm blanket. Such a difference from the constant hum of Mom’s full house. There were plenty of insomniacs in my family, so there was always someone buzzing around that place at all hours during Yaya’s week. Here, it was just us.

I kicked off my shoes, tossing the keys on the entry table. I tucked Piper into bed as Maggie stood in the doorway, watching. When I closed the door, she asked, “She’ll sleep through the night?”

“She might, she might not, given her night terrors and the crazy week she just had. What makes you ask? You’ve seen her?—"

“I’ve never seen her this tired before.”

I smiled and nodded, leading the way back to the kitchen. “Seeing family and playing with her cousins wears her out. Me too, as a matter of fact. You want a drink?”

She stretched as she spoke. “No, I think I just need to shower and get into bed.”

There was something else in her voice, something beneath the surface, but I didn't push. Instead, I watched her walk upstairs, the sway of her hips doing things to me that I was too tired to fight. My mind might have been weary, but my body still thrummed with desire whenever she was near.

I followed her up the stairs, my eyes on the curve of her back, the way her fingers absent-mindedly played with the ends of her hair as she walked. She disappeared into the bedroom, and by the time I caught up, she was already slipping out of her clothes, her back to me as she headed toward the bathroom.

I leaned on the doorframe, watching her in the soft glow of the bathroom light. Her bare skin gleamed, the muscles in her back flexing as she turned on the shower. The sight of her, so natural, so familiar, stirred something deep inside of me. I had memorized her shape years ago, but she was no longer that teenage girl. Her body was curvier, her face, prettier… she mesmerized me.

“Maggie,” I called softly, stepping into the bathroom.

She turned to look at me, her expression soft but tired. “Yes?”

I crossed the small distance between us and pulled her into my arms, my hands sliding over the warm skin on her back, her waist, as I pressed a kiss to her temple. Her body melted against mine, her arms hanging around my neck as she sighed into the embrace.

“I love you,” I whispered, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. The words came easier now as if they’d been waiting fifteen years to be said out loud.

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her own shimmering with that same mixture of exhaustion and something deeper, more vulnerable. She whispered back, “I love you too.”

I kissed her then, soft and slow, the kind of kiss that reverberated through time. My hands roamed down her sides, feeling the soft curve of her waist, the sweet warmth of her body pressed against mine. She moaned against my lips, her fingers tangling in my hair, as I deepened the kiss, pulling her tighter against me.

There was no such thing as being close enough. I didn't know if it was the relief of the past week being over or the euphoria of knowing she was mine for real this time, but everything in that moment felt heightened. My hands couldn't move fast enough, my lips couldn't cover enough of her. I kissed down her throat and collarbone, trailing down to her tits.

She pulled me into the shower, the warm water cascading over our skin as we moved together. Exploring her wet skin was a new delight. I loved how the water made her shine like she was a present just for me. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a promise, a reminder of what we had fought for, what we had won.

I licked my way down her body, savoring every echoing gasp when I found a new spot she liked. Her nipples hardened as I plucked them, and when I kneeled before her, she stopped breathing entirely.

She latched onto the shower bar when I lifted her thigh over my shoulder and dove in, face first. The way Maggie tasted was almost enough to make me come on the spot. I loved it, craved it. Especially when she grinded against me and cried out. No bigger ego stroke than that.

I worked her clit with my tongue, my lips, anything to get her there. My fingers crept along her inner thigh until they reached their target. All that wetness, all for me. I dipped a finger in, then a second one. Her core gripped me in pulses as she closed around them. Slowly, I fingerfucked her while I sucked and kissed and nibbled her clit. She had no choice but to come for me, and when she did, her sounds were amplified by the tiles.

A sound I memorized to replay when I was alone.

By the time we made it to the bed, our bodies were slick with water, our breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. We fell onto the mattress, the cool sheets a contrast to the heat between us. I moved over her, our bodies sliding together, her skin soft and smooth beneath my fingertips. The way she looked up at me, her eyes heavy with desire, made my heart race even faster.

I kissed her, slow and deliberate. I savored the way she moaned into my mouth, how her fingers gripped my shoulders. I wanted her like this forever, underneath me, beside me, with me. She made time stand still. The magic this woman possessed left me breathless.

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