Page 57 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
I kissed between her clothed breasts. “If you need a safer car, it’ll be yours. An updated kitchen? Yours, too. Anything to give you a great start so our child can have a wonderful home to grow up in, it’ll happen.”
Her hands slid through my hair as I inched my shirt up her body. “Michael?”
I heard the need in her voice and whipped up my head. “Yes?”
And when she peered down at me, I saw it behind her eyes. The words didn’t fall from her lips, but I saw it at the forefront of her gaze. This woman loved me, even if she were still afraid to say it.
Which was enough.
I slid myself between her legs and let my tongue do the talking that hers still couldn’t. I committed the sound of her crying out my name in ecstasy to memory as she bucked and writhed against me. I stripped her of my shirt, leaving nothing but my boxers between us. And after she ripped them down my legs, I watched as her preciously plump lips sucked my cock down until my soul poured from the tip of my dick in the form of my mark.
We made love all morning, until the two of us were so damn hungry we couldn’t stand it.
“My God,” Maggie said breathlessly.
I collapsed beside her, our legs still intertwined as much as possible. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”
She giggled. “I need a shower.”
My stomach started growling. “I need a five-course meal.”
She peeked over at me. “DoorDash, then shower?”
And I peeked over at her. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
She leaned forward and pecked my lips softly. “Don’t take too long ordering. I like my showers hot.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve got two hot water tanks alone for the upstairs.”
She slid from the bed onto her feet, and I managed to swat her ass before she scurried away, completely naked. I rolled over onto my stomach, watching her through the slats of my headboard. Her curves jiggled and bounced their way over to the corner of my bedroom that housed the open-concept bathroom. Her sultry eyes pulled me upright before she stepped into the tinted glass that shrouded the shower from the rest of the world.
And as I quickly fumbled with my phone, I ordered some random combination of food before I leaped out of bed to follow her.
Steam quickly rushed me as I slid in behind her. The hot water battered against my skin, causing me to groan as Maggie reached out for me. She pulled me closer, our lips colliding before I picked her up and pressed her against the damp glass. And as our tongues wrapped together in a familiar dance that was slowly becoming the norm for us, I couldn’t hold myself back.
“I love you so much,” I whispered.
“I love you, too, Michael.”
At first, I wasn’t sure I had heard her right. At first, I thought I was so desperate to hear it from her that I had imagined it. But, when I opened my eyes and found her smiling back at me, I knew I had heard her correctly.
“You do?” I asked.
She nodded. “I do.”
“And you’re not just saying that?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Not one bit.”
“And you don’t feel pressured to say it?”
She kissed the tip of my nose. “I promise I don’t.”
My dick quickly stood on its end, as if we hadn’t just gone two rounds in bed already. But, when I felt it growing—when I felt my balls filling with need for her—she locked herself around me. I drew back my hips, lining my thick dick up with her entrance. And as I slid inside of her tight, wet pussy, our souls collided on a journey into the heavens—one that robbed me of my breath as I fucked her senseless against the glass.
“Oh, shit,” she hissed.
I pinned her wrists above her head. “Holy fuck, I love you so much.”
