Chapter 28
Love isn’t easy.
Margo’s dark eyelashes fanned her high cheekbones before looking up at me. “Can I say something?” I nodded as a response. “You weren’t the only hardheaded one. There’s such a fine line between need and want. What I realized when we were apart was even though I wanted that piece of paper binding us together, I didn’t need it. What I need is you. Marriage was always a dream of mine, but it wasn’t just the dress and the pomp and circumstance; it was the man. The promise of a future spent with the person I love.
“Someone reminded me tonight that love isn’t perfect. It isn’t always easy; it’s hard.”
Like a magnet to steel, my body inched closer to hers. I cupped her cheeks with my hands, “Go on . . .”
“I realized I don’t need a notarized piece of paper to prove our love. For years, I told myself what I felt for you was just a crush, but now I know that even as a teenager, my heart wanted yours. If you still want to give it to me . . .”
My lips crashed onto hers. When they parted, I slid my tongue in on a groan. I’d never missed anyone or anything as much as I had this woman. Generally speaking, she was right, there was a difference between need and want, but not when it came to Margo. I needed and wanted her. Every cell in my body wanted to be with her. Every part of my heart needed to be with her.
“Be mine again, Margo. I’m miserable without you. You . . .”
“I swear if you say ‘I complete you,’ I’m cutting you off from chick flicks.”
I let out a relieved laugh. “What I was going to say was that you are the love of my life. But now that you mention it . . .”
Margo briskly shook her head with a grin. “We need to change our genre of movies.”
“Not a chance, beautiful. They’re one of the best forms of foreplay—speaking of . . .”
Our bodies reacted to one another’s with desire. Impatience consumed my moves. Margo threaded her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer to her. Before I knew it, she was under me, and my cock grinded against her leg.
Margo broke our connection. “Even though you look hotter than James Bond in this tux, I want it off of you.”
I smiled at her admission. “Which Bond?”
She laughed. “Sean Connery, who else?”
“Good answer.” I tugged her up and cradled her in my arms, fusing our mouths together as I carried her to her bedroom. Her long locks draped over my arms as I pulled the clips, one by one, out of her hair. “How many are in here?”
“Shut up and kiss me again.” Granting her wish, I kissed up and down her neck and the swell of her breasts.
It didn’t take long for both of us to be naked and on her bed. “I love you, Margo.”
She didn’t hesitate. With lustful, yet sweet eyes, I finally heard the words I wanted and needed. “I love you, too.”
My stiff cock lined up with her entrance. “Thank, Christ. I don’t want anything coming between us tonight or ever again.”
“Me either.”
“There hasn’t been anyone else since you. You’re the only one. This is going to be faster than I want it to be, but I promise to make it up to you later.” Her brows arched. “Don’t get me wrong, you’ll come, as usual.” She began to vibrate beneath me before letting out a tiny snort. “I’m not sure why you find that funny, but believe me, in a few minutes the only sound coming out of you will be of ecstasy.”
“Such confident words, Harry.”
“With good reason, Sally.”
With one thrust, I was inside of her. Holy fuck, she felt tighter than I remembered. Wet heat pulsed around me. Every thrust felt better than the last.
“Fuck, you feel fantastic.” I rolled her over until she was straddling me.
We laced our fingers, and I watched as she moved her hips, riding me. Margo let go of my hands, leaned back, the ends of her hair tickling my shins. My thumb found her hardened clit to play with as she moaned. “Ahh . . . oh . . . my . . . God . . . Noah! Yes! Right there!” Her body, now slick with sweat, never slowed down.
When I caught sight of where we were connected, my dick got harder. I was ready to come. She must have read my mind because when she brought one of her hands under her ass to caress my balls, it undid me.
The skin on her hips felt soft under my hands as I urged her to move faster. Margo’s body fell forward, and she pumped my cock, drawing the best orgasm of my life out of me. “Jesus Christ! Don’t stop, Margo.”
We swapped positions, her legs languidly falling to the sides. I kept thrusting into her as she milked me dry. Our slick bodies met when I lowered myself, palming both sides of her face. “Incredible, that’s what you are.”
She shook her head, and I was ready to admonish her if she argued with me. Instead she said, “We’re incredible together.”
“Right as usual.”
“Will you stay the night?”
Did she think I’d leave? “Yes, plus we haven’t eaten yet.” When her eyes darkened, I couldn’t help but chuckle. My cock twitched inside of her. “We can have each other for dessert, but now, we need sustenance.”
Cool air hit my wet dick as I pulled out. “I’ll go get a washcloth. Stay put.”
When we were cleaned up, we ordered a pizza. There we were, sitting on her sofa, me in my boxer shorts, and Margo in her yoga pants and a T-shirt watching The Devil Wears Prada.
Just like our first movie night, we enjoyed the chick flick, and once again, ended up having sex. If this was what being married to Margo would be like, I was dumb as fuck to not want it.
Faint lines created by the horizontal blinds on her windows played on her face. Her eyes opened with a squint.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I murmured.
“Sexy talk in the morning will get you nowhere.” Margo rolled over until her face vanished in memory foam.
Challenge accepted. Using the lightest touch, I dragged my fingers over the curve of her ass, allowing the tips to tickle between her cheeks. Her body shimmied. Good. With just a breath of air, I whispered into her ear, “I’m going to claim this one day.”
Margo didn’t open her eyes again or utter a word, but the way the sheet rose and fell, there was no doubt she heard me. It was ten in the morning, and I wanted to talk to her about where we went from here. But first, she needed to wake up.
“Did I tire you out last night?” Tiny goose bumps formed under my lips as I peppered her arms with soft gentle kisses. “You’re gorgeous when you’re sleeping.”
One eyelid opened. “Only when I’m sleeping?”
“Oh, so you are awake.” Margo rolled to her side to face me. “We need to talk.” When the corners of her lips dropped, I knew I didn’t use the right words. “Let me start over.”
She propped her head up in her hand fully awake. “Is everything okay?”
“No, actually, it isn’t. I’ve been up for a while, doing some thinking.”
Her throat worked down a hard swallow. “About us?”
“Yes, this isn’t going to work for me.” Before she could get the wrong idea, I moved us until I hovered over her. Our bodies were perfectly aligned in my favorite position—me between her legs. “I want us to live together.”
Beautiful green eyes went wide. “You mean, in the same apartment?” I let out a laugh, and Margo swatted my arm. “It’s not funny; I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
“Fine.” I shifted my body and tugged her up. I tossed her my shirt; naturally, it looked better on her than me, and I shrugged on my boxers before going into the kitchen. It wasn’t a lie; most of my night was spent watching her sleep in the dim light provided by the moon. Maybe I didn’t want to get married right away, but it was no longer completely off the table.
Once the fresh brew was in our cups, we both sat on the sofa. “Do you know what I did last night?”
Margo quirked her lips. “I believe I do, yes.”
I shook my head. “Not that. Although, making love to you was the high point.”
“For me, too, and also talking to you.”
“About that. I want to be able to come home and talk about our days, to share how my day went and to hear about yours. I want to be able to comfort you if you had a bad day and celebrate with you when it was great.”
Margo studied me since I wasn’t making any sense. I sipped my coffee and set my mug down on the side table. “Yes, we can do that over dinner or on the phone, but I want more.” There was that word again, want. “I need more. I’m committed to you—to us—and want to share everything with you.” I took her cup from her hand and set it next to mine. “Logistically, this works, because your lease is up soon, and Haley won’t be coming back. Truth be told, even if she was, I’d want you with me.”
“Noah, I can’t afford to live in your apartment. I know you’re a billionaire, but I’m not, nor will I ever be, a mooch.”
“I own my apartment, but if it will make you feel better, we’ll live here.”
Margo snorted, “Right, you’d live in my tiny apartment when your balcony is bigger?”
“If it means being with you, then yes.”
“No, I can’t have you do that. It’s ridiculous.”
“Then it’s settled; you move in with me. Unless of course, you don’t want to.”
Every part of my brain slapped my mouth for blurting out that last phrase. What if she didn’t want to? The energy in the room shifted, and I was sure it had nothing to do with caffeine. I could drop on my knee and propose to her, but I wasn’t ready. If and when I did ask her to be my wife, it wouldn’t be in my boxer shorts.
She finally put me out of my misery. “Of course, I want to live with you, but I need to pay something.”
Then it clicked. “I know, you can pay me in services.”
Margo’s jaw dropped. “What?”
I couldn’t contain my laughter. “No, no. Not those services. You can be my stylist.”
She cocked her head to the side. “You want me to dress you?”
“If I was being honest, I prefer when you undress me. But yes, for business and events, I’d like you to select my wardrobe. Look, if you don’t live with me, I’m going to hire you anyway. So, you may as well kill two birds with one stone.”
“Hmm . . . so you’ll wear anything I select for you?”
Something in her tone had me second-guessing my proposal. I quirked a brow. “Just remember, you’ll be on my arm at any and all events I attend, so if I look bad, that’s on you.”
“Noah, I could dress you in a clown’s suit and you’d still make the best dressed list.”
“Is that a yes?”
Her lips twisted. “On one condition.”
Negotiating. I liked this side of Margo. “Okay, hit me with it.”
“You tell Adam.”
Before she could add anything else, I pulled her close to me. Her arms wound around my body. “I’ll tell the world.”