Chapter 7

MAGGIE

Logan scoots over to me, and I’m a little overwhelmed by the fact that I’m finally going to kiss him.

He caresses my cheek slowly, his striking blue eyes staring into me with some kind of deep emotion, although I know that isn’t possible. He doesn’t have any feelings for me.

He kisses me softly. His tongue gives my mouth a few teasing licks before I open up for him. He’s kissing me deeper. I can taste the whiskey on his mouth.

A moan escapes my throat as he pushes me onto the mattress and climbs on top of me. His broad shoulders pin me down, but he makes sure he doesn’t overwhelm me with his weight.

My fingers find his hair, and I grasp them as he continues to kiss me in a heated frenzy.

I feel his fingers roam over my breasts, turning my nipples into hardened pebbles, but his hands don’t stop there. They move to my waist and cup my ass before moving back up to my breasts.

He grunts softly when my legs fall apart shamelessly.

We’re kissing so hard that his hands move to my covered pussy.

And then the phone rings.

Just like that, the spell is broken.

He stops and sits up. He looks even hotter with tousled hair. He indicates the phone like it’s a ticking bomb. “You better take it.”

I’m flushed and still lying on the bed with my legs apart. I close them begrudgingly and reach over the table to answer my phone.

“Mommy!” Chase’s voice blares through the speakers.

I clear my throat before speaking. “Hey, honey. How’s my little boy doing?”

“I miss you, Mommy. I want to go with you for the honeymoon.”

I laugh, and I think I see Logan rolling his eyes.

“You can’t go on my honeymoon, sweetie, but I promise we’ll go for a vacation together.”

“Yay!”

“It’s late, Chasey. You should be in bed.”

“I’m downstairs!”

Logan’s eyes go wide.

“Downstairs? Where?”

There’s a knock on the hotel room door.

“I’ll get it.” Logan walks out of the bedroom to answer it. I put the phone back to my ear, “Chasey?”

“SURPRISE, MOMMY!”

Chase comes running into the room, holding a bunch of balloons. He’s followed by Logan’s staff.

The man passes me an apologetic look when he enters the room. He looks at Logan when he says, “I apologize for the intrusion, sir. The child wouldn’t stop crying. He insisted on seeing his mother.”

Logan nods. “That’s fine. He’ll stay the night with us.”

As usual, I can’t tell if Logan is pissed, but I’m sure he is. The man who dropped off Chase exits the room. It’s like he can’t wait to get the hell out. Chase’s face looks tear-stricken. He must have thrown a fit to get here.

“Chase, honey, what did Mommy tell you the other day?”

Chase stares at me. “Why can’t I be included in this vacation? Logan is my new daddy, isn’t he?”

I sigh. There’s really no arguing with this child.

“Come on, let’s put you to bed.”

Chase stands on the mattress and starts jumping on it. The rose petals decorated on the mattress bounce off the covers and settle on the floor. “I’m sleeping on this bed. Between you and Dad.”

“Baby, you can’t—”

“You two can sleep in this room,” Logan cuts me off, running his hand through his hair. “I’m going to take the other one.”

LOGAN

I’m going to sleep with a case of blue balls. It’s my luck that the little demon had to interrupt us at the perfect moment.

Would you fucking give me a break?

I wasn’t dying to sleep with Maggie, but if I could get her pregnant soon, we wouldn’t have to continue this husband-wife charade anymore. She would be free to do as she pleased, and I’d be on my own.

~That’s all I want~, I told myself.

I had a fifty-year-old bottle to keep me company. The whiskey was worth six thousand dollars.

I poured some of it into my glass and downed it in a single gulp while working on my laptop for a few minutes before I shut it and decided to go to sleep.

It was a good thing that I’d only booked the hotel for the night. It would have been a waste to spend several days holed up in the hotel with mini-Lucifer.

My phone lights up, indicating that there’s a message, but I don’t even bother checking it and climb onto the bed.

I’m half-asleep when I hear my bedroom door creak open.

There is a floating orb, a white sheet drifting toward my bed. My heart accelerates, and I’m about to scream bloody murder as I reach for the lamp to hit this person when she comes closer.

“Logan, it’s me.”

“God, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I texted you, but you didn’t respond,” she explains.

I can’t see anything properly in the darkness, but I can make out the lavender silk lingerie right away. It’s sexy and snug against her body.

“Uh…what are you doing here?” I ask her.

She pulls my comforter away and settles down in my lap and whispers, “Chase is finally asleep.”

I give her an incredulous look. “So?”

She laughs, but I can’t see her expressions clearly. “So…we can continue where we left off. I mean…if you want, that is.”

Is there a man who would ever deny his beautiful wife sex? I don’t think an idiot like that exists.

“Are you doing this out of obligation?” I ask.

She’s silent for a moment, and I think she’s not going to answer my question until she says, “The only reason we’re married is because your father wants a child. I thought the faster I get pregnant, the better.”

Ah, now I get it. She wants to be done with it.

In the darkness, she hastily pulls at my boxers, takes off her panties, and straddles me. Her fingers trace the hardened muscles of my chest, and dip down to wrap her fingers around my cock.

I curse under my breath as she strokes my length. “Hmm…I can’t see you, but I can tell that you’re packing,” she purrs.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I grunt out.

She starts grinding against my cock, spreading her juices all over me.

I pull up her chemise and my mouth latches onto her nipple. I’ve been so busy with work lately that I completely forgot what it’s like being with a woman.

I continue to lick and suck her breast like a hungry man as she takes me into her hands and positions herself over the tip. She slowly lowers herself over my cock and keeps going until I’m balls-deep inside of her.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

“Good?” she pants.

“Definitely good. What about you?”

She moans. “I’d like you to keep going, but we have to be quiet.”

That’s the only confirmation I need to pull out and drive into her in one fluid thrust. I wish I could see her face as I continue to thrust into her, stretching her completely.

She’s fucking tight, which makes me wonder if she hasn’t been with anyone for a while. I shouldn’t be thinking of this, since it’s none of my business, but the thought crosses my mind anyway.

I touch her throbbing clit, stroking her while I’m moving faster inside her now. She clenches her thighs around my waist as she bobs up and down over my dick, her fingers digging into my skin.

My back makes a sound over the headboard with the force with which I’m taking her.

She comes first as she whisper-screams, “Logan…”

I follow right after. “Maggie…”

She kisses me hard as I unravel inside her. I wish I could have gotten more time to explore her body. This wasn’t nearly enough.

We both try to catch our breaths. Maggie pulls out of me first, picks up her panties, and starts wearing them. I’m about to ask her if she would like to go into the shower with me, but something holds my tongue.

I think it’s pretty obvious that if the kid is asleep in the next room, my wife would want to sleep here with me.

But that isn’t the case.

She climbs out of bed like we just had a casual chat over coffee and says, “Good night, Logan.”

I stare at her completely baffled as she walks out of my bedroom.