Maggie's Desire by Heidi Lynn Anderson

distant look on his face had her biting back the harsh words wanting to spill from her mouth. "I think you need to start at the beginning."
    Brian sighed. "Amy and I met in high school. We fell in love. The stupid kind of love that only teenagers have."
    Maggie's knees weakened and she stumbled to the chair across from the couch. Her heart broke again at the emotionless way he told the story like she asked him to give her a report. She needed more from him.
    Maggie wanted to know Brian wasn't this cold inside. How could he love someone enough to marry them and talk about their death as if it was no big deal. "What happened?" She forced the question past her lips.
    "We got married fresh out of high school. Amy got a job as a bartender. I started college then law school."
    Maggie watched his face. What she thought earlier was coldness was actually red-hot anger. She melted and willed away the need to hold him.
    He raked his shaking hands through his hair. "We were happy for a while—or at least I thought we were."
    Brian took a deep, ragged breath. "Apparently Amy worked at a bar that was the kind where the staff drank with the patrons. By the time I figured it out, Amy had a problem."
    The turbulence swimming in his blue eyes had tears burning her throat.
    "It was too late. She drove her car into a canal after work one night," he said.
    Maggie's tethered heart shattered. "Oh my." She moved to him, not able to stop herself. Before she could think better of it, her arms were around him and her lips were roaming over his face, trying to kiss away the pain. "I'm sorry."
    He leaned back and gazed into her eyes. "I think I was the way I was with you all these years because you made me feel and I didn't want to feel anything."
    She swallowed back the raw emotions swimming around her heart. "What changed?"
    His eyes shimmered. "I don't know. All I know is I want to see where we go from here."
    A sob escaped from her chest. "I don't want promises of everlasting love. I just want to see where this is going too." Maggie hiccupped and folded her arms over her belly. "I'm done living on the sidelines."
    The corners of his mouth twitched up. "I would like that, but under one condition."
    Her stomach flipped-flopped. If he asked her to fuck another man in front of him, she'd puke right here on his expensive shirt. "What?"
    "I will not share you again."
    White-hot relief poured over her. "And I will not share you. If at any time one of us isn't happy, we'll tell the other person and back off."
    Maggie settled on his lap and wrapped her short legs around his waist. A tremor raced up her spine as Brian's slacks-clad dick hardened and settled against her sex. She gripped his shoulders and bit back a moan.
    He groaned. "Fuck. You're on fire."
    She wiggled her hips. "If you pull down your pants and put on a condom, I'll show you how hot I am."
    "Shit, are you sure you know what you are getting into?" he grunted.
    His words washed over her like hot bath water washing away any anxiety left behind. "Well, when you live thirty years and work in a sex club, it's hard not to come out without some knowledge of how things work."
    Brian nipped at her neck. "Is that so?"
    Little pulses of desire raced over her skin. She moaned. "Yes, it is."
    His tongue danced behind her ear, sending her hormones into overdrive. "Then why don't I take you to the club?"
    She froze, ice crystals forming in her veins. "I don't want to have public sex."
    Brian sucked erotically on her earlobe, melting some of her fears. "Okay, what about the back rooms? Or better yet, let's be the first to try out the new waterfall room."
    She sighed and her blood heated again. Maggie tilted her head so he could move his delectable mouth down her neck. "I've wanted to try out the new water tables."
    Brian sunk his teeth into the tender flesh behind her ear. "What about the chambers?"
    She shuttered. "Any time you want to get your BDSM kick. Let me know. I just have one request."
    He slid his