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“Thank fuck,” I muttered as I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. Her wet tightness sent my eyes rolling back in my skull. Too fucking good. I hadn’t gone bare in years and worried it might be over too quickly, so I slowed her down by jutting myself up deeper into her.

Which only made things more exquisite.

“Fuck, Maggie, you feel like heaven.”

“So do you,” she gasped as she rode me, her pajama top still on but unbuttoned.

I sat up and took her nipples into my mouth, left to right and back again. This woman was a feast, and I had been a starving man. I wanted to devour every inch of her. “I love the way you feel.”

She shuddered a gasp. “You… too.” Her nails planted into my shoulders over my tee shirt, and her body went taut. “I’m… oh fuck, Julian, I’m going to… “

I pulled her down for a kiss as she came screaming into my mouth, writhing on my cock, shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy squeezed on me as she came, and I lost what little control I had left, shooting deep inside of her. We breathed into one another, too wrapped up in each other to remember there was a world beyond that moment. It was all I could do to remember my own name, but then hearing her calling it out as she came brought me back.

“Maggie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you moved in.”

She giggled hard enough to squeeze me again, which was too much on my sensitive cock. Once she realized why I squirmed, she couldn’t stop giggling, and I had to lift her off of me.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I teased.

“You’re right. I’m not.” Her sexy smirk was almost enough to get me going again.

Chapter 13

Maggie

Iwoke up alone in my room. We had agreed it would just be that one night, but I couldn’t keep my hands off of him after he started playing with my hair. It was one of my trigger spots, want and desire burning through me like a blaze when he touched me there.

I didn’t regret it. There was something about Julian that made me want him, and even though I had never thought of him that way back in high school, things were different now.

Hell, our chemistry alone might sell our story to his family.

I showered and dressed in my new clothes, and it felt like I was playing dress-up. The clothes I had picked out were what I imagined elegant, wealthy people would wear. Since I was trying to sell myself as his fiancée, I had to go big or go home. Some were comfortable, some were not, but I could survive if I picked up some of my own clothes from my place and incorporated them into my new stuff.

As it turned out, I was an early riser compared to Julian and Piper. I was up long before they were. That gave me enough time to bake a batch of fresh blueberry muffins. I also made some Irish soda bread for toast; in case they were savory breakfast people.

I had time left over to get a batch of cupcakes baked and cooling by the time Piper padded into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. “What smells so good?”

“I made some?—"

“What’s going on?” Julian asked, looking equally sleepy as he came in. He was already dressed for the day in a light gray button-down and charcoal trousers, his suit jacket over his arm.

“Um, well, when I don’t have anything else to do, I bake. Or when I’m stressed out, I bake. Or on a day that ends in y, I bake.” I shrugged. “It’s what I do.”

He smiled. “So what’d you make?”

I smiled back. “Blueberry muffins with streusel, Irish soda bread, and there’s a batch of cupcakes cooling that I’ll frost later.”

“Cupcakes?” Piper asked excitedly.

He winced ever so slightly. “Forafterschool, Pip. Cupcakes are not a breakfast food.”

“What a terrible thing to say,” I countered. “But they’re not ready anyway so muffin or soda bread?”

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