It happened in the hotelelevator.
I’d just come back from a band dinner and got into the elevator with Shady; Dirty had a show tonight and I had to grab some things. Maggie got in on the next floor. She didn’t come to dinner, said she had work to do; at least that’s what Talia toldme.
When the elevator door opened and she was standing outside the hotel spa in a robe and slippers, she saw me and her face totally fell. She stepped into the elevator and made fake-cheerful small talk with Shady—since she had to mind her professional appearance and all that shit—while my jaw ticked and I stood stone-silent betweenthem.
When the door opened on our floor, Maggie was the first one off the elevator. I followed. I muttered something to Shady about waiting for me and caught up to her. Then I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her the rest of the way down the hall—to myroom.
As soon as we were inside, I lit intoher.
“The fuck are you gonna do? Just ignore me for the rest of the fuckingtour?”
“No,” she said. “I’m not ignoringyou—”
“Save it. You want a divorce? I’ll give you a divorce, if that’s what you reallywant.”
Yeah. I was annoyed enough, frustrated enough to say that toher.
Even if I didn’t meanit.
Maggie lookedstunned.
“Unless that’s not what you really want,” Ipressed.
She blinked at me, her mouth open, but she didn’tspeak.
I got close, cupping her head in my hands. “Is that what you want, Maggie?” I softened my voice and got right in her face. “You want adivorce?”
She shook her head long before the words finally found their way out of her mouth. “No.” Her voice was small and fragile. “I don’t want adivorce.”
Fuck, but I was relieved to hear those words. It wasn’t like she was agreeing to be my wife. But at least I knew she didn’t really want to let this go. She didn’t really want an end to our marriage, as fucked-up as itwas.
She didn’t really want to loseme.
And Christ, it turned meon.
“I want in you,” I told her. “Now.”
Her gray eyes widened. “Now?”
“Rightnow.”
Her jaw kinda dropped, but she didn’t say another word. When she didn’t protest, I fumbled around, opening my jeans and reaching up inside her robe to yank her panties down. Ineededinside her, because when I was inside her it was the only time she got real with me, ever. It was the only time she let me actually get close. Let me see and hear and taste and feel how she wantedme…
I got her panties down around her ankles, hiked one leg up over my hip, and sank intoher.
Andfuck.
Maggie’s heat. So silky soft. Wet. Slippery andtight.
Fuckingbare.
Sointense…
“Zane… we can’t do this,” she protested, even as she clung to me and moved her hips to meet my thrusts. “You have to put on acondom.”
“I know.” I sucked on her neck as she clutched at my back, pulling me close. “I know, babe. I’m gonna pull out. Just… for aminute…”
“Oh,God…”
