Accidental Fiancé (Unintentionally Yours #5)

12. Julian

Chapter 12

Julian

O ne thing I was adamant about was saying goodnight to my daughter. On the nights I was home, I made sure I was the one to help her get ready for bed and to tuck her in. With Maggie in the house, I worried Pip might feel a little weird about it.

As I pulled the sheets and blanket up for her and Cooloo, Piper huffed. I knew that huff all too well. It wasn’t good. I sat on the edge of the bed. “What is it, Pip?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you mad Rena didn’t stay longer?”

“No.”

Dread crept in. “Are you mad Maggie is here?”

She screwed her little face up in confusion and matter-of-factly said, “No.”

“Then what’s bugging you?”

She huffed again and flopped her arms over the blankets. “I want pretty hair like Maggie. She has princess hair.”

“Princess hair?”

“You know, like…” she drew circles in the air with her fingertips. “Like that.”

“You mean curls?”

She nodded. “I want curls. You have to have curls to be a princess.”

“Who made up that rule?”

She shrugged and yawned. “I dunno. But all of them have it. Moana and Tiana?—"

“What about Rapunzel? I remember her hair being pretty and straight.”

“Yeah, but that’s magic hair. It doesn’t count. And then she gets it all cut off. I like my hair long.”

“Well, maybe in the morning, we can try to get you curls.” Not that I knew anything about long hair or curling it though I figured I could find her a wig that would make her happy .

“Okay,” she said as she yawned again and scooted beneath the blanket. “Goodnight, Pop.”

I bent and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight, Pip.” She held up Cthulhu, so I kissed him, too. “Goodnight, Cooloo.”

In as gruff a voice as she could manage, Piper said, “Goodnight, Juloo.”

I snort-laughed. “Is that what he calls me?”

She grinned and nodded, curling him to her chest. “Unless you’re mean. Then he calls you Mean Daddy.”

“When am I mean?”

“I don’t think you are but Cooloo says you’re mean when I can’t get the spicy noodles.”

“The spicy noodles hurt your tummy.”

“That’s what I told him but he doesn’t listen.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled at the two of them. “Goodnight, troublemakers.” I turned out the lights and gently closed the door.

Now, onto my other troublemaker.

I found Maggie in the first floor living room sipping a cup of cocoa with her legs tucked under her on the couch. Her purple satin pajamas reflected the flickering light from the fireplace, and I could have stared at her all night long. Piper was right—she did have princess hair. Those long brown curls trailed over her shoulders and down her back in an enchanting, silky fall.

It was a challenge to pull myself away from staring. I cleared my throat, so I didn’t startle her. “Hey, how about some wine instead?”

“That sounds nice. But I’ve committed to the cocoa. Would you happen to have peppermint schnapps?”

“I happen to have a game room slash man cave which also has a fully stocked bar. You can pick out whatever flavor of schnapps you’d like.”

She was on her feet quickly. “Lead the way.”

The stairs to the game room were located off the kitchen from the living room, so she didn’t get much of a tour of the house, but I could make that up to her in the morning. “Pinball, poker table, ping pong, darts, billiards, arcades, a shuffleboard table. The bar is in the corner. Go nuts.”

“Seriously, Jules, why do you ever leave the house?” she asked on her way to the bar.

I sighed. “I find myself asking that more and more lately, truth be told. But I haven’t found anyone I’d be comfortable letting take the reins of my company just yet. When I do, I have a feeling I’ll be spending a lot more time here.”

She took a moment to examine her options and poured butterscotch schnapps instead of peppermint while I upgraded from wine to whiskey. “Cheers,” she said, clinking her mug to my rocks glass. “The only thing this room needs is that comfortable couch from the living room.”

“Back to it, then?”

“Yes, please. I want to be buried in that couch.”

I chuckled and followed her back up the stairs. It was almost impossible not to take a bite of her ass, especially in those pajamas. So round and right in my face. It wasn’t fair. But we were friends. Friends who didn’t make moves on each other. Friends who didn’t bite each other’s asses.

Back at the couch, I took an arm seat, and she sat next to me, leaning on me. Was that what she did with her friends? I wasn’t about to ask, I didn’t want her to move away from me. Her vanilla scent filled the room, intoxicating my senses. Maggie was soon becoming my own personal drug.

“…want to disturb you.”

I blinked out of the lust haze. “What was that?”

“I heard you tucking Piper in, and I was going to offer to read her a story so we could do a little bonding, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I was relieved to hear that. All day, I’d worried she would feel awkward around Piper, but it was nice to know she wanted to jump right in with her. “Maybe tomorrow night. Say, do you know how to curl a little girl’s hair? Piper says she wants princess curls like yours.”

She giggled, choking a little on her cocoa. “Oh my God, I would have killed to have her hair when I was her age. Maybe then my mom wouldn’t have cut it all off to keep it manageable. Um, I’m not sure how to get my curls onto her head, but maybe if I had a curling iron or some rollers? I’m not sure. When I do my hair, it’s usually with the goal of heat damaging it enough to get the curls to be pretty instead of frizzy, which means straightening out a lot of it.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said, only teasing a little. “Your curls are perfect. Back in high school, I used to love to watch them bounce when you walked. Did I say that out loud?”

She shrugged. “I fetishized all kinds of things back then. Freckle patterns, the way a tee shirt stretched tight over a guy’s pecs. I think that’s called being a teenager with hormones.”

“Maybe.”

“About the curls, remember when I disappeared into the hotel bathroom forever?”

“Yes.”

“That was mostly to do my hair.”

“Oh.” Damn.

She nodded and drank heartily, draining her mug. “Maybe before I try to give her curls, I’ll let her watch me get mine into line. She’ll see they’re not all they’re cracked up to be.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, relishing the texture. “I don’t know. I think they’re worth a lot.”

She sighed and laid her head on my chest as she leaned into my hand. “That feels nice.”

I hadn’t realized I’d begun massaging her scalp. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. But it felt right, as if that was what my hands were always supposed to be doing. When I dug my fingertips against her scalp, she moaned like she had during sex. That was all my cock needed to hear.

I tried to be casual about shifting myself away from her but it was impossible. She was already too close not to notice my erection. But she hadn’t moved away from me, either. Instead, she leaned against me harder, unwinding tension from every inch of her body. I dug in more, desperate to hear more out of her.

Her breaths picked up, chest heaving enough to disturb the top button on her pajamas and display a lot more cleavage. The more I rubbed, the more she moaned. I worked down from her scalp to her neck, and that earned an appreciative, “Oh God” from her lips.

I gulped, trying to keep my urges out of it. “Too hard?”

“Never.”

“Do you want me to go harder?”

Her voice quivered. “Yes.”

I dug into her neck, craning my thumbs up either side of her spine to strip away her tension. The primal groan that poured out of her was unreal. Her velvety skin begged for more than my hands, and I pulled her hair over her right shoulder to bare the left one. Against the shell of Maggie’s ear, I whispered, “We could stop right now if you wanted.”

Her breath hitched in her chest. “Don’t you dare.”

I snaked my hand down her pajama top to reach her big, soft tits, one after the other. I flicked my thumb over her nipples, but they were already hard for me. She arched herself into my palm, and a low rumble built in my core. “Fuck, Maggie, I love these.”

“What if she wakes up?”

“She won’t.” I didn’t want to go into the details of my child’s sleep habits at the moment. Saying her name would break the spell Maggie had on me. “But we could go to my bedroom if you’re more comfortable there.”

She answered by turning over and pressing her lips to mine. She tasted like chocolate and butterscotch. So sweet and so perfect. As she climbed over me, Maggie reached into my lounge pants for my cock, stroking me with her silken hand. It felt like heaven. She jerked me while I pumped against her hand, and if I didn’t have other goals in mind, I might have left it at that.

But I pulled from her lips. “I need to be inside you.”

She quickly nodded and stood up to scoot her pajamas off while I pulled mine out of the way just enough to expose myself and grabbed a blanket to throw over us. This was crazy enough without having to worry about innocent eyes seeing things they shouldn’t.

Maggie kissed her way back up my body until she straddled me. Just before she sat to take me in, she asked, “Condom?”

That single word cleared my head just a little. “Shit.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll pull out.”

She giggled. “I’m on birth control pills, and my last test came back disease-free. You?”

“I’m clean, no worries there.”

“Then we don’t really need condoms, right?”

“Thank fuck,” I muttered as I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. Her wet tightness sent my eyes rolling back in my skull. Too fucking good. I hadn’t gone bare in years and worried it might be over too quickly, so I slowed her down by jutting myself up deeper into her.

Which only made things more exquisite.

“Fuck, Maggie, you feel like heaven.”

“So do you,” she gasped as she rode me, her pajama top still on but unbuttoned.

I sat up and took her nipples into my mouth, left to right and back again. This woman was a feast, and I had been a starving man. I wanted to devour every inch of her. “I love the way you feel.”

She shuddered a gasp. “You… too.” Her nails planted into my shoulders over my tee shirt, and her body went taut. “I’m… oh fuck, Julian, I’m going to… “

I pulled her down for a kiss as she came screaming into my mouth, writhing on my cock, shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy squeezed on me as she came, and I lost what little control I had left, shooting deep inside of her. We breathed into one another, too wrapped up in each other to remember there was a world beyond that moment. It was all I could do to remember my own name, but then hearing her calling it out as she came brought me back.

“Maggie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you moved in.”

She giggled hard enough to squeeze me again, which was too much on my sensitive cock. Once she realized why I squirmed, she couldn’t stop giggling, and I had to lift her off of me.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I teased.

“You’re right. I’m not.” Her sexy smirk was almost enough to get me going again.