Chapter 23

MAGGIE

~FIVE YEARS AGO~

I start marching toward them when Logan grabs my arm. When I look up at him, he’s shaking his head. “Let them think whatever they want to,” he says.

“I can’t tolerate them talking shit about you!”

“Mags, it’s okay. They don’t know what we have together, and we don’t need to go out of our way to explain our relationship to anyone. You and I know what we feel for each other, and that is enough.”

My knuckles have gone white with the way I’m clenching my fist. He picks my hand up and kisses it.

One of the people from the group sees Logan and me and shuts up immediately. Their expressions change, and they’re not laughing anymore.

We get into the car, but I’m really upset. I hate this is happening, because all of it is my fault. I should have known better than to bring Logan here, of all places.

People will talk, that’s clear, and this will go on in the future as well.

Even if I waited for him for ten years, he would not stop aging, and the distance between us is never going to lessen.

Tears cloud my vision as I try not to cry.

He holds my hand throughout the ride home, and even buys my favorite food just to cheer me up, but it’s not working.

He notices that my mood is still sour, even though he’s just bought me a giant chocolate milkshake.

When he parks the car in the parking lot, he cuts the engine and turns to me.

“Mags, you already knew this was inevitable, right? When we’re out in public, it’s always going to be this way, and yet you decided it was okay for me to come with you.”

“I’ll be fine.” I put on a bright fake smile. “Really.”

The next morning, I’m still grumpy. I have my head on Logan’s lap as I try to watch a movie with him. His fingers slowly massage my scalp. “Baby, it’s okay. Stop thinking about it.”

“Hmmm…”

“Should I distract you?” His deep voice makes my toes curl.

“Please do, sir.”

His hands push my dress up to find that I’m not wearing any underwear. He laughs. “Why are you not wearing your panties?”

I moan. “So that you could have better access to me whenever you want to.”

This is definitely a good distraction.

When his fingers hit my center, my moans grow louder.

LOGAN

I stroke my fingers against her tiny nub, pushing my fingers deeper into her wetness as she continues to squirm and moan in my lap.

Her cheeks are flushed as she tightens her hold over my shirt. “Push them deeper, Logan.”

I fuck her with two of my fingers until she’s incoherent.

Maggie reaches for the hem of her dress and takes it off, discarding it on the floor. She’s gorgeous with or without clothes, but I much prefer her without them.

She straddles me on the couch and tugs down my pants, pulling my cock out of the confines of the fabric.

She wraps her fingers around the girth and slides down, pushing the length between her breasts.

I curse under my breath, “Fuck, Mags.”

She takes my cock between her breasts and slides it across the valley of her cleavage. She’s fucking her breasts with it, and I can’t think straight.

My cock is throbbing for release, my balls are tight from the lack of it. Her breasts bounce and every time my tip comes closer to her mouth, she licks it.

She’s got an eager mouth, and I can tell she’s not doing it just to please me. She looks up at me from down there. “You like that?”

“Not like, baby, I love it. W-where did you learn that from?” I ask between groaning.

She takes my swollen tip into her mouth and suckles hard, bobbing her head over the tip. “Hmmm…I watched some videos.” She drags her tongue through the entire length of it, taking my balls into her mouth.

This girl is going to be responsible for my death, and I’m going to die without regrets.

When she’s sucked me to her heart’s content, she climbs on top of me and spreads her legs, straddling me. “Please fuck me, Logan,” she pleads.

I think she has pretty much ruined me for all other women.

Since the time she’s been in the house for the past two weeks, she’s been keeping packets of condoms everywhere, so we didn’t have to run to the bedroom every time, which is genius of her.

Maggie has a strong appetite for sex, and I’m always here to help her.

She impales herself on my cock, and this is her favorite position as she can take me however deep she wants. “Logan…”

“Feeling better now?” I ask her.

“So much better.”

I like the sight I’m seeing, Maggie spread out in my lap with her pussy stuffed with my cock and her breasts shaking as she moves above me. She’s a sight for sore eyes.

“Harder please…,” she whispers.

I grab her plump ass and fuck her harder upward. She bounces over my cock, her moans and the erotic wet sounds of our coupling fill the room. She’s so wet that I move in and out of her very easily.

I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Anytime you’re hungry for this, my cock is the only one that’s going to satisfy you, right?”

She nods. “Just yours, and I’m going to be the only one who takes you inside me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, and she pushes my hair away from my face. “You have beautiful eyes, Logan,” she whispers before claiming my lips in a hard kiss.

I know at that moment that I’ve fallen in love with her.

I continue thrusting into her as she comes hard, and I follow her and then something moves behind my vision.

Samara, the cleaning lady, stands there in the hallway. She’s shocked, and before I can react, she quickly walks away.

~Fuck!~

Maggie is still riding me when she realizes something is off. She stops and follows my gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“It was Samara. She saw us.”

Maggie freezes. “Oh, shit…w-what happens now?”

I pull out of her. “I need to fix this.”

I need to stay calm so as not to freak Maggie out, because I know we are in major trouble. Samara comes to clean the house every alternate day, and I’ve forgotten it was today.

Since I live alone, and I’m usually at work, I’ve given her the access to the security code so that she can get inside anytime and do her job without needing me.

I forgot she was supposed to come in for cleaning today since she missed yesterday.

This is all my fault.

Maggie starts putting on her clothes hastily. “Are we in trouble?”

“My house staff knows you really well. It’s possible they could gossip.”

She gasps. “Will Daddy find out? I don’t care if he does…but it’s probably going to be hard to explain.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make sure she doesn’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”