Chapter 37

MAGGIE

I get scraped with his scruff as I lean to kiss him slowly, telling him how much I’m falling for him.

His huge hands caress my back slowly. Even if he’s not going to love me, I would still be okay as long as he remained like this, by my side, forever.

“So…you didn’t answer my question,” I whisper.

“Mmmm…you’re distracting me,” he says. “What was it you were saying?”

“I asked why didn’t you get married before me?”

“It’s embarrassing for me to say it, Maggie.”

“But I want to know.”

His blue eyes shine in the darkness as he looks down at me in complete devotion. I will never get tired of the heated look in his eyes.

“I thought it would complicate things.”

“What would it complicate?” I ask.

He gives out a sigh. “I couldn’t bring myself to marry someone knowing that I’d be destroying her life.”

I laugh. “Destroying? Logan Malory, you’re a catch. Get that through your thick skull.”

He grins, and that smile does something to my insides. We’ve just made love, but this man is making sure I stay wet.

“I’m not. I’m boring, and not husband material by a long shot.”

“You’re not boring, Logan. Come on. Is that the only reason you didn’t get married? Because you thought you were going to kill your wife with your old-man jokes?”

His laughter booms in the entire room. “To tell you the truth, that’s not the only reason.”

I trace a lazy trail from his pecs to his abs, which are dusted with light brown hair that disappears down south.

He’s blushing, and I want to know what’s on his mind.

“I thought it would be unfair for the woman who married me if she knew that there would always be someone else on my mind that’s not her. My wife would have never been my top priority,” he says with a straight face.

“And I couldn’t be unfaithful to her, so I thought it was best to be alone.”

My heart beats wildly against my chest even as I stare at him in the dark. “Who?”

He cocks a brow. “I’m sorry?”

“Who is this someone else that is your top priority?”

He reaches out to push my hair away from my face, the way he always does. “You, Maggie. I couldn’t marry someone else when I knew my heart would always beat for you.”

I straddle him again, pulling his face to mine as my mouth melts into his, and I kiss him fiercely, my tongue parting his mouth, and I take full advantage of that.

“I love you,” I murmur between kisses, and he kisses me harder. He doesn’t say it back, but I’m sure it’s because of the insecurities he’s harboring.

He’s an idiot, but he’s mine now, and I don’t need to hide my feelings for him anymore.

LOGAN

I have a shit-eating grin on my face when I wake up the next morning. Maggie’s tangled up in sheets right next to me, her naked back facing my side.

She looks like an angel and a dream come true.

I didn’t think this would happen and my stubborn self would never have allowed it if it weren’t for my father. Carter’s sudden appearance in our lives stirred things up a little, but if anything, it just pushed us even closer.

I ran a hand over her soft curves and kissed her bare shoulder. “I’m going to work.”

She moaned, turning around in bed and locking her arms around my neck and keeping me there. She opened her eyes just a little and sniffed. “You smell so nice.”

She kept me awake almost half the night since she couldn’t get enough of me. I’ve been stupid to think marriage wouldn’t work between us. It’s the best thing that has happened to me so far.

“Are you leaving already?” she groaned.

“I have to get to work, baby.”

She grumbled something. “So early? What time is it?”

“Six a.m.,” I say, looking at the clock on the mantel. I’m usually up by four, but today is an exception.

“You’re the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company. You’re allowed to stay in bed with your wife at least until 10 a.m.”

She looks super cute when she’s complaining. The remnants of the old Maggie resurface from time to time, the one who used to be fussy.

“Tell that to my dad.”

“Ugh. I have to speak to John,” she grumbles, holding my hand in a tight grip.

“What would you say to him?”

She propped up on her elbow, “I’ll tell him to cut you some slack since my husband has much more urgent matters to attend to with his new wife.”

“I’m sure he’ll listen to your request gladly.” If I stayed at home with the excuse of making babies, he’d never say no.

“Great,” she says and then beckons with her finger. “Now come here.”

“Maggie, I’m going to be la—”

I don’t get to finish the sentence because my wife is sitting upright and has let the comforter slip from her front, putting those lovely smooth, round breasts and perky nipples on display.

Maggie has never let me see her completely naked in light. The times we’ve been together in bed have always been in partial darkness or under the covers.

She was always reluctant to let me make love to her with a bright light on, and I assumed it was because she would rather imagine I was someone else.

She crawls toward me in bed. “Are you going to say no to me?”

Hell, no. Who in his right mind would say no to her?

I notice something that wasn’t there before. She’s got stretch marks on her stomach, and as soon as she notices that I’m looking, she tries to hide it. “I tried so many things to get rid of this, but I can’t.”

I tap her hand away. “You’re perfect, Mags.”

“Really?”

I have to clear my throat. “What if Chase interrupts us again?”

“He won’t wake up for another hour.”

She runs her hands over my suit and then underneath the jacket. “I have a thing for hot older men in suits, but one in particular.”

“You got that kink, huh?” I tease her. “What else do you like?”

“It’s your fault.” She smiles. “You’re looking so gorgeous in that suit, I can’t control myself.”

I unbutton my suit jacket, loosening my tie, when she stops me. “Don’t.” She licks her lips seductively. “Just do me this way.”

I give her an incredulous stare. “Without taking my clothes off?”

“Yes. Just like this.” Her cheeks are flushed as she approaches me.

I’m already rock hard as she unbuttons and unzips me, taking me in her hand. She’s so wet that I slip right in. She lets out a loud gasp as she takes me deep. “Logan…”

“Oh, fuck, baby. I missed this greedy little pussy,” I grunt as I massage her bud in maddening circles.

“Your mouth is so dirty, Mr. Malory.”

When she pulls away, I feel the loss, but then she impales herself again, and we both let out a groan.

I cup her ass, my other hand holding the nape of her neck as she starts moving, taking me in long, deep, hard thrusts, repeating my name over and over again.

“Logan…Logan…”

I fuck her in hard and fast thrusts. I push her onto the bed and spread her legs wider so I have a better angle to go deeper.

She cries out as I take her breast into my mouth and suck on her nipple until her core clenches around my length, driving me insane.

“Mine…,” I whisper, feeling ribbons of cum coating her walls.

It’s explosive and my head’s going to burst, but I’ve never felt so content before. Never felt so alive.

“That was so amazing,” she whispers before pulling off me and then walking toward the bathroom, swaying her sexy hips.

***

I’m in an extra good mood today when I get to work. Even Paris notices that because he asks me if it was a special day today.

I completely understand why he would say that since I’m usually grumbly, which is the reason most of the staff steer clear of me. I don’t blame them.

“No reason,” I tell him.

He gives me a knowing smile. “There’s a certain glow on your face. Perhaps a new skin care routine?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

“It has to be the glow of a newlywed man, then.”

“I guess it must be.”

“It’s cute,” he comments.

“Cute?”

“Yes. I’ve never seen you smile, let alone blush.”

“I don’t blush, Paris.”

“But you do now,” he says. “It’s okay. It’s what good marriages do to people. Forgive me if I’m being forward, but when you told us you were getting married, everyone was worried.”

“Why?”

“They thought you were making a mistake, and that this woman was either marrying you for your money or using you as an asset for her son.”

Ah. I can only imagine why everyone would think that way. The age difference was colossal, plus Maggie did mention she was only marrying me because she wanted Chase to have a good life.

But things had changed along the way.

“And what do they think now?”

God knows why I give a shit what people thought about us. I didn’t care what they say about me, but I didn’t want this marriage to reflect badly on Maggie and so far, she’s been in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.

In the eyes of the media, since she’s younger, she’s a gold-digger by default. Didn’t help that Richard Shirley’s debts were cleared as soon as Maggie and I got married.

“You two look amazing together. There’s no doubt about it. Everyone saw it at the party.”

“I’m glad, and even if they think ill of us, I don’t think it’s anyone’s business.”

“It isn’t.”

I nod. “I’m thinking of taking my wife for a honeymoon, since we never got an opportunity before.”

“I think that’s such an excellent idea, sir. I’ll book the tickets.”

Paris taps aggressively on his iPad. The man is excited to see me gone from this office for at least a week.

“Bahamas? Maldives? Maybe you would prefer somewhere closer?”

“I’ll ask her where she wants to go first.”

“Of course, Mr. Malory.” He starts walking out of my office.

“And, Paris…”

He stops short. “Yes, sir?”

“What do you think about my style?”

He’s speechless for a moment. “Your style, sir?”

“Yes, do you think I should wear something trendy? Something that makes me look…”

His eyes are going to pop out of his head, “Younger?”

“Yes.”

“You look fine, but I’m sure I can help you with a few things, like a haircut. Ripped jeans, maybe?”

I made up my mind. “Let’s go this evening.”

MAGGIE

To say my days are blissful would be an understatement. I never thought I would ever feel this way.

Although I don’t need a man in my life, somehow with Logan, it’s different. It’s like we were always meant to be, and so here I am, happily married to the man I’ve pined over for ages.

Logan is changing. I can feel it. We communicate a lot. I wouldn’t say it’s easy to make Logan talk, but when he does, he’s a hundred percent honest.

The only thing that he hasn’t done yet is tell me he loves me, but as they say, actions speak louder than words, so I’m going to assume that he’s been smiling and laughing more often because I make him happy.

It’s already afternoon and time to pick up Chase from school. I prefer driving there myself instead of taking the chauffeur, even though Logan insists I should let the chauffeur do the work.

The phone rings while I’m driving, and I press the screen to answer the call without looking at it. I know it must be my husband asking me if I could make a trip to his office to have lunch with him.

“Loagie, I’m picking up Chase from school right now. Call you later, okay?”

There’s a little pause on the other end, and then the voice booms from the speakers. It’s not Logan.

“Hey, this is Maggie, right?” It’s Carter.

“Carter?”

I don’t remember giving him my number. Why is he calling me?

“Yeah, it’s me. Listen, Mags, can we meet?”