All Chapters of Fighting History (Fighting For Love 4): Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

A little over three weeks later, Joe and his father Amos stopped by Maggie’s studio to check on the second apsara. She welcomed them in, smiled at Amos. He and Joe’s mother Claudia had been at Rita’s funeral, and she knew she’d spoken to them briefly at the wake afterwards. But she’d been so fuzzy and shocked, she barely remembered their conversation now.Amos gave her a hug. “How you doing, girl?”“Good. Better.”His blue eyes – eyes so much like his son’s – took her in. “Really?”“Yes.”Joe kissed her now, just a quick one on the cheek, but his lips burned her, scorched her with their heat. God, she wanted to make love to him; it was becoming an almost irrational need at this point. She dreamt about it at night, she daydreamed about it on the bus. Her desire for Joe was becoming all-consuming, and his resolve to take it slow was starting to make her crazy.“You OK, baby?” he murmured in her ear. That husky whisper had her wet and aching between her legs, and the bastard knew it. His

Unable to help herself, she did. His finger moved out, back in, his pace slow and steady. Soon, it was joined by a second one, and she ground herself against them. It was all so familiar – his scent, his body, his hands – but it was also new, with a level of honesty, trust, and intimacy that they’d never had between them before. Now that she was his and he was hers, it was better. It was perfect.Maggie’s orgasm grew fast, faster than she’d ever experienced before. She abandoned herself to it now, one leg wrapping around his strong thigh without her even noticing it was happening. She dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin, and she didn’t notice that, either. All she knew was the pleasure that he was giving her, and when his thumb rubbed her clit, her cry echoed around the bathroom.“Joe,” she said, not even recognizing her own voice. “Joe…”“You close, baby?” he said, his fingers going deeper now. “You going to come for me?”“God…” Her voice was a keening whi

They’d just had two helpings of dessert after a slightly overdone dinner. Maggie was pulled up tight against Joe’s side, her curls tumbling warm and lovely over his shoulder. He was stroking her back, his fingertips soothing and gentle.“So can I take you to lunch tomorrow?” Joe said. “And by ‘take you to lunch’, I mean ‘do you want to taste-test some menu ideas?’ I’m finalizing the menu this week.”“I wish.” Maggie kissed him. “But I talked to Mia just before you and your Dad showed up at the studio. Turns out a surgical spot cleared on short notice, and so Nick’s surgery just got moved up to tomorrow. I’ll be with Mia in the waiting room for most of the day.”“Oh, God.” Joe stared at her. “How are she and Nick doing?”“Terrible.”“Shit.” Joe shook his head. “Do you want me there with you?”“No, honey. It’s OK. I know you need to work on the menu.”“Yeah, but… I want to be there for you guys more.”“Really?”He sighed in mock exasperation. “Why do you doubt me?”“I don’t.” She smiled