Page 68 of Billionaire's Desire
“Now what?”
I grab her thighs and pull her up even farther.
“Grab the headboard and sit down.”
“Will you be able to breathe though?” she laughs.
“Well, Maggie. There is only one way to find out.”
***
I lay in bed next to Maggie, her head resting on my chest as we finished up dinner. The room is filled with the comforting aroma of the lasagna we just ate, and I feel content and relaxed in her presence.
She looks so beautiful like this.
I want to know more about her and that begins with her passions.
“Hey, Maggie, can you tell me more about your dream of owning a bakery?” I ask, curious to hear what she has in mind.
She looks up at me with a smile and says, “Well, I’ve always loved baking and my family used to own a bakery when I was a kid. It was a really special place for us, but unfortunately it had to close down due to financial difficulties. I’ve always wanted to reopen it and bring it back to life.”
I can see the excitement in her eyes as she talks about her dream. It’s clear that this is something she’s passionate about and has put a lot of thought into.
“What are your plans?” I ask, curious.
She tells me about her strategy—she’s been working hard and saving up money and she plans to use her earnings to fund the reopening of her family’s bakery. She’s already started doing research and planning out the logistics and she’s confident that she can make it a success.
As she talks, I can’t help but feel proud of her. It takes a lot of courage and determination to pursue your dreams, especially when they involve starting your own business. But Maggie is fearless and has a clear vision of what she wants to accomplish.
I listen intently as she describes the bakery, picturing it in my mind—the sweet smells of fresh-baked goods, the cozy atmosphere, the happy customers. It sounds like the kind of place that would become a beloved community gathering spot, just like her family’s bakery was when she was a child.
“Poppy was always there for me and if I were to fulfill this dream we nurtured together, I know she would be proud.”
“I know for a fact that she would be so fucking proud.”
I lean down and plant a kiss on her forehead.
“You know, if you do need financial help, I am here for you.”
“Max, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know. But I would like to. I would like to think that you know you can rely on me. That it is not just sex for me.”
“It’s not just sex for me, either.”
“Good,” and because I can’t resist, I kiss her lips again, “then know that I will do anything I can to help you with this. I already finalized my contract with the Wheelers and I am not handling any huge clients at the moment. I could be all yours, babe.”
“Wait, you finalized the contracts.”
“Yes, I did.”
She leaps into my arms, hugging me fiercely. “Congratulations, babe!”
I will never get used to her calling mebabeno matter how many times I hear it.
“Thank you. I will forward the details to my brother for final touches, but that’s it. When we dock in a few days, all will be done.”
“I am so happy for—“ but she does not get to finish her line of thought.
