Page 33 of Accidental Fiancé

“Don’t you dare,” I said, only teasing a little. “Your curls are perfect. Back in high school, I used to love to watch them bounce when you walked. Did I say that out loud?”

She shrugged. “I fetishized all kinds of things back then. Freckle patterns, the way a tee shirt stretched tight over a guy’s pecs. I think that’s called being a teenager with hormones.”

“Maybe.”

“About the curls, remember when I disappeared into the hotel bathroom forever?”

“Yes.”

“That was mostly to do my hair.”

“Oh.” Damn.

She nodded and drank heartily, draining her mug. “Maybe before I try to give her curls, I’ll let her watch me get mine into line. She’ll see they’re not all they’re cracked up to be.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, relishing the texture. “I don’t know. I think they’re worth a lot.”

She sighed and laid her head on my chest as she leaned into my hand. “That feels nice.”

I hadn’t realized I’d begun massaging her scalp. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. But it felt right, as if that was what my hands were always supposed to be doing. When I dug my fingertips against her scalp, she moaned like she had during sex. That was all my cock needed to hear.

I tried to be casual about shifting myself away from her but it was impossible. She was already too close not to notice my erection. But she hadn’t moved away from me, either. Instead, she leaned against me harder, unwinding tension from every inch of her body. I dug in more, desperate to hear more out of her.

Her breaths picked up, chest heaving enough to disturb the top button on her pajamas and display a lot more cleavage. The more I rubbed, the more she moaned. I worked down from her scalp to her neck, and that earned an appreciative, “Oh God” from her lips.

I gulped, trying to keep my urges out of it. “Too hard?”

“Never.”

“Do you want me to go harder?”

Her voice quivered. “Yes.”

I dug into her neck, craning my thumbs up either side of her spine to strip away her tension. The primal groan that poured out of her was unreal. Her velvety skin begged for more than my hands, and I pulled her hair over her right shoulder to bare the left one. Against the shell of Maggie’s ear, I whispered, “We could stop right now if you wanted.”

Her breath hitched in her chest. “Don’t you dare.”

I snaked my hand down her pajama top to reach her big, soft tits, one after the other. I flicked my thumb over her nipples, but they were already hard for me. She arched herself into my palm, and a low rumble built in my core. “Fuck, Maggie, I love these.”

“What if she wakes up?”

“She won’t.” I didn’t want to go into the details of my child’s sleep habits at the moment. Saying her name would break the spell Maggie had on me. “But we could go to my bedroom if you’re more comfortable there.”

She answered by turning over and pressing her lips to mine. She tasted like chocolate and butterscotch. So sweet and so perfect. As she climbed over me, Maggie reached into my lounge pants for my cock, stroking me with her silken hand. It felt like heaven. She jerked me while I pumped against her hand, and if I didn’t have other goals in mind, I might have left it at that.

But I pulled from her lips. “I need to be inside you.”

She quickly nodded and stood up to scoot her pajamas off while I pulled mine out of the way just enough to expose myself and grabbed a blanket to throw over us. This was crazy enough without having to worry about innocent eyes seeing things they shouldn’t.

Maggie kissed her way back up my body until she straddled me. Just before she sat to take me in, she asked, “Condom?”

That single word cleared my head just a little. “Shit.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll pull out.”

She giggled. “I’m on birth control pills, and my last test came back disease-free. You?”

“I’m clean, no worries there.”

“Then we don’t really need condoms, right?”

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