Page 36 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
She lay there, helpless to my assault. “Come for me. Mark me as your own. Fill me up, Michael, and never let me go.”
I growled. “Never.”
My lips crashed against hers as my balls finally pulled up to my body. My dick twitched against her pulsing walls as she milked me for all I had. With every shot of arousal that spewed from the tip of my cock, I watched Maggie’s body jump. As if every spurt of ecstasy I had for her somehow tickled her and rushed another electric sensation throughout her entire body.
Then, her legs slid from my shoulders, and I collapsed on top of her, heaving for air as my face pressed into the crook of her neck.
She wrapped her delicate arms around me, and I fell off to the side. My dick slid out with a gush following quickly behind it, so I pulled Mags out of the wet spot we had created. I nuzzled against her, the two of us cuddling the rest of our shivers and aftershocks away as we rested against a mattress we had forever marked.
Then, a knock came at our door. “Room service!”
Maggie groaned. “Of course.”
I chuckled and kissed her neck. “I’ll get it. You stay here and get comfortable. We can enjoy our desserts in here tonight if you’d like.”
“Can you grab a blanket and some pillows while you’re out there?”
I slid off the bed and scooped up my boxers. “Anything you ask, beautiful.”
I retrieved the rolling tray of desserts as well as a few pillows and blankets. And after hunkering down and getting comfortable, we turned on the television mounted on the wall in the master suite. We flipped through channels, mindlessly watching half-hour sitcom programs and laughing over stupid Dad jokes that seemed to be the popular reel nowadays for these kinds of shows.
But, when we started flipping through the channels after finishing our food, we came across another “Breaking News” story that had our faces and names plastered all over it.
“Fucking hell,” I murmured.
“Turn it off,” Maggie said next to me.
I felt her tense, and I looked over at her. “What was that?”
She ripped the remote control from my hand. “I said, turn it off.”
I’d never seen someone turn a television off so aggressively, but when I saw her toss the remote control onto the floor, I wrapped my arm around her waist. She sighed as I pulled her close against me, her head falling against my shoulder. And as I kissed the top of her head, I uttered the only words that I knew would make her better, even though it held me to a standard I didn’t agree with.
“I promise I’ll do everything in my power to fix this, okay?” I whispered. I kissed the top of her head again to seal the deal as she nodded against me.
“I really hope you can, Michael. I just—I just really hope you can.”
It broke my heart to hear her plea, but not for the reasons many would expect. But, it broke my heart to know that being married to me caused her so much pain. It killed me inside, knowing that our marriage was simply an inconvenience to her. As if she didn’t even want to give this good thing we had going an actual shot.
“I know that sounds callused and everything, especially with what you just admitted, but I can’t do all of this. The news and the stories and the pictures. I’m simply not cut out for it,” Maggie said.
Her words pulled me out of my broken-hearted trance. “Right, yes. I know. I understand that I lead the kind of life that is very hard to deal with.”
“It’s got nothing to do with you. This is all just—not how it’s supposed to happen, you know?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know.”
Despite the pain welling in my chest, I knew what I needed to do. So, I doubled-down on my promise and verbally told her twice as I gazed into her eyes that I’d find a way to fix this. All of it. Even if it hurt me. Even if it did compromise me and shatter my soul into bits and pieces, I’d give her whatever she wanted. Because that’s what I was taught to do when I loved someone. And I certainly loved Maggie. So, whatever she wanted would be hers.
“You want to try to find some moreGolden Girlswhile our food settles?” I asked.
She sighed. “The remote’s on the floor, and I don’t care enough to move to get it.”
I chuckled as I slid off the bed. “Then, allow me.”
I walked around and scooped up the remote control, then turned the television back on. Thank God, the news channel had navigated away from the story already; otherwise, I was liable to rip the damn thing off the wall and throw it off the goddamn balcony. It took a while flipping through channels before I found the show I knew she wanted to watch. But, once I found it, I placed the remote control on my bedside table before sliding back into bed and taking Maggie tightly into my arms.
She laughed at the show, and it filled my heart with joy. She talked about her favorite moments in the episode and fed me little tidbits that only a super fan would know about, and I drank in every second of it. I knew it wouldn’t get any better than this between the two of us, so I committed every word to memory. Every sound, every smell, every giggle, and every fact. I wanted to be able to look back on this moment in order to remind myself how things really should feel between a woman and me. I wanted to be able to conjure this moment whenever life felt way too overwhelming.
