Page 20 of Accidental Fiancé

Hints of sunlight crept in at the edges of the window panels and I didn’t want to open them. We’d stayed up too late, exploring each other for hours before we finally dozed off. I woke breathing her in, having buried my face in her vanilla-scented hair.

I clutched at her hip and dragged my hard cock against the soft skin on her ass, leaving a trail of precum. She gasped and tensed for just a moment. I was rewarded with a faint, “Oh. Good morning to you too.”

“I know we said one night, but how about one night and one morning?”

She giggled and pulled my hand between her legs. My dirty girl was wet already. “I had some incredibly good dreams, thanks to you, so yes. Morning is just an extended late night, isn’t it?”

“Flawless logic once again.” I groped for a condom and slid it on before lining up behind her. Her tight heat swallowed me whole, and a growl built in my core. She inhaled, thrusting back to meet me with every stroke. Her body tensed and released over and over. “Fucking hell, dirty girl, you’re so tight.”

“That’s because you’re so big,” she panted.

I caught her rhythm, and when her body went taut, I went harder to make her come. She shook all over, and I hung on while she rode it out, although it was more like her orgasm rode her. Her body went choppy against mine. When she began to catch her breath, I flattened her against the bed on her stomach and pounded her into the bed, chasing my own pleasure until I found it.

I rolled off of her, both of us panting. What she said last night rang in my ears.Tonight is just for fun. This should be weird.No promises to call.All things no one should ever say out loud after sex. I wasn’t going to be another thing in her life that disappointed her. I refused to put pressure on her about any of this.

I had been the one with a crush when we were kids. Not her. And she had been through too much already. She didn’t need expectations put on her. This was for release, nothing more. That crushing reality was hard to swallow last night, but it was made easier by the fact that right after she said all that, the girl showed me she could suck the soul out of an angel.

I stretched and yawned, feeling a bit grungy. “I’m going to shower. Do you want to order room service for us? Get whatever you want.”

“Oh. Okay, that sounds good. What do you want?”

I turned on the nightstand light and perused the menu. “Egg white omelet, spinach and tomato, side of dry whole wheat toast. Thanks. Just use the iPad by the phone. You don’t even need to speak to anyone.”

She cringed. “That’s all you want? Pretty sure you earned more than the old man special. You’ve been a busy boy.”

“I like a boring breakfast, but thanks.” I sauntered to the shower and cranked up the heat to scalding. It was impossible not to get up in my head about where things stood withMaggie. Last night had been the culmination of so many years of fantasies that it was impossible not to take certain aspects personally.

Watching her ride me…fuck. That had been ninety percent of my dreams back in my teenage years. The rest of the night and this morning was pure wish fulfillment. I didn’t want it to end. Selfish, but true.

Maggie was unlike any woman I had ever known. Funny, silly, and hot as hell. She was willing to show me those sides of her, to let me in, even just a little. And for once in my adult life, I allowed myself to be open too. Maybe we were both looking for a friend we could do that with. She had said she wanted one night of fun, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends going forward.

That’s a lie, and you know it.

It wouldn’t matter what type of friends we chose to be, I’d still be thinking of how she tasted on my tongue, the feel of her mouth on my cock. The way she gagged on me and kept at it. The look on her face when I first entered her.

Friendship was impossible, who was I kidding. I’d done this, and now, I had to live with the consequences. Such was life.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off, my cock going hard whenever I thought about Maggie. I glared down at myself. “Stop it.”

But my cock was never good at listening.

Just then, I heard Maggie’s voice in the bedroom. Only, she wasn’t talking to me through the door. She must have been on the phone.

She giggled, and I found my ear glued to the door. She couldn’t have wanted privacy or she would have gone to the living room to have her conversation, right? At least that was my justification for spying on her.

Thin reasoning and I knew it, but I didn’t give a shit.

“…I know, I know. But you left me all alone at the reunion. What else was I supposed to do?”

I soon realized she was talking to Nora. I still couldn’t believe Nora didn’t show up to her own reunion, leaving Maggie hanging.

“Well, you’ve been busy and,” she paused then, her laugh slicing through the door. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. No, I’m not engaged to Julian Black. That was just a cover story I came up with, and he was kind enough to play along. He hates Chloe as much as we do, and I think he knew how much it would annoy her to see us happy.”

She was right about that. Chloe was a menace, a mean girl who clearly hadn’t changed a bit since high school.

“I think they bought it. And I’m sure seeing us making out helped to sell the story.” Her girlish giggles should not have turned me on but they did. “Nor, he’s a really good kisser. I mean… wow.”

Who doesn’t want to hear that?

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