Page 68 of British Daddy to Go

I allow my eyes to meet his, feeling completely flushed and flustered. To my surprise, there’s no anger there. His smile is wide, and his eyes are dancing with excitement.

“I love you, too, Maggie,” he tells me. “I wanted to be the one to say it first!”

We both laugh. “It just popped out!”

“I’m glad it did because I was hoping you felt the same way. This last week has been torture for me. All I could think about was what I did to push you away. I thought you were… what’s that word? Ghosting me. My trip to Havisham’s was borderline stalking because I just had to see you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, Maggie. With all of my heart and soul, I am truly, deeply in love with you.”

“Oh, Sean!” I cry. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. He has no trouble holding me up in this position. “You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. I love that you encourage me to break out of my shell and be someone other than my parents’ daughter. You make me the best version of myself. I love you so much!”

We kiss passionately, but that’s as far as it goes. I’m acutely aware that our declarations of love felt almost like vows. Did Sean mean them that deeply? I know I did. Sean is the man for me. I never believed in destiny until we met, and now I’m sure he was sent to Havisham’s that day so that I would meet him and we could fall in love.

Sean pulls away from our deep kiss. “You need to put your things in my bedroom, and then we’re going to christen our bed.”

“Our?”

He smiles. “Starting right now, that bed belongs to us.”

I love the sound of that almost as much as I love Sean.

My suitcase is thrown haphazardly onto the floor just before I’m thrown onto Sean’s – I mean, our – bed. He merges our lips in a slow, heavy kiss that turns my stomach into fireworks and my heart into a speeding train. Just like that night we spent together last week, our bodies meet in the most intimate way. Our lovemaking isn’t even close to frenzied or careful this time around, though. We enjoy each other’s bodies with the fervor of two lovers trying to become one.

When it’s over, I cling to Sean’s sweaty body. We breathe deeply, trying to catch our breath.

“I’ll never get enough of your perfect body,” Sean says, kissing my shoulder and then my neck. “I love it, and I love you.”

I giggle against his chest. “I love that you love me even when I’m sweaty and gross.”

“You could never be gross, my love. You’re just not capable of it.”

We lie together for a while longer, welcoming the closeness we’ve missed during my week-long captivity.

“You should know, I thought of you constantly,” I say, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “For the entire week my parents had me locked up, you were on my mind. Especially at night when I needed release.”

Sean groans as his cock grows. “I thought about you, too. Multiple times a day.”

“Really?” I gasp.

“Oh yes. Not having you around made me extra crazy. And extra needy. But you were the only one I wanted to help me with my little problem.”

My hand squeezes his throbbing member. “I don’t see anything little about this problem.”

Sean moans. We hadn’t planned on a round two, but there’s no way we’re getting anything done without a second release for both of us.

This time when we finish, I climb out of our bed.

“Make yourself at home, Maggie,” Sean says from the bed. He watches my every move as I unload the small suitcase and hang up my few pieces of clothing. “This is your home now.”

I’ll do my best to bring my personal touch to our apartment, but I don’t own many personal things. The dresses I sewed during my week in parental prison are hung beside his expensive, designer suits in the closet. My t-shirts and jeans are folded and placed beside crisp, button-up dress shirts and slacks.

Is this what the world sees when they see us together? Him, put together and perfect, and me, one torn seam away from falling apart?

I’ll need to get some better clothing if this is going to work.

“I see your wheels turning, and I want you to know: don’t change yourself. I love you for you. Especially for the incredible clothes you’ve designed for yourself. You’re going to be a big name someday; I just know it.”

His words are exactly what I needed to hear. With my suitcase empty and my heart feeling at home, I climb back into bed to cuddle with Sean.

“You never told me how you found me. Did you come to my apartment because you heard I’d quit Havisham’s?”