Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 62

"Hey, doll?" James called, raspy baritone voice bouncing off the closet millwork panels.

"Yes?" She yelled back, focused on packing up her bridesmaid dress into a garment bag.

He stepped through the doorway behind her, waltzing across the space. "There you are." Running his hands over her sides, while she shoved in the satin fabric into the bag, bending at the waist to grab the hem of it.

James hummed deep in his chest, pressing himself up against her ass. "Now that's a sight."

She laughed, swatting him away while she grabbed hold of the zipper. He wasn't phased by her efforts, keeping his growing erection pinned against her. Hands rubbing over the curve of her hips.

As she stood back upright, bringing the zipper up with her, she shook her head. "You need to get ready to go, James."

Sparing a glance at his glinted Rolex, then looking back to her. "I have time."

Maggie grabbed the garment back, unhooking it from the rack of clothing. "Well, I don't." Standing on her toes, she gave him a quick kiss, before she brushed past him. "I have to be at the hotel in fifteen minutes."

James caught her arm, yanking her back to him. "Did you forget we live five minutes away from the Plaza?"

She laughed, pulling her arm out of his grasp and stepping out into the bedroom. "I know, but I still have more to pack up before I leave." Leaning over the bed, she stuffed her makeup bag into her suitcase.

He let out a groan, sitting down on the edge of the bed, over their new ivory duvet. Fluffy Sferrra Canadian goose down, German-woven silk jacquard over top— her most recent purchase for their bedroom.

James had given Maggie free rein to change anything she wanted about the house. She didn't do much, but some of the furniture was replaced with lighter hues. She brought in a team to paint a few of the rooms, including the grand foyer and formal living room. Covering the once charcoal and soot colored walls with a bright eggshell. She added more art to the walls and always had fresh flowers sent over at the beginning of the week.

They had rearranged the closet to accommodate for her things, planning on eventually renovating the master suite, so she had her own. James also cleared out his office off of the library for her to use as a studio, moving his desk down into what used to be the smoking room. Placing his treasured portrait of her centered on the wall, so even while he worked from home, he could be thinking of her.

Maggie was initially surprised he had even kept it, but he never planned on getting rid of it. He never could. Besides her, the painting was his prized possession.

Once she finished packing up a few more things for the day, James drove her over to the Plaza. Aston Martin pulling up to the front steps of the inspired building.

They both hopped out and James dug her bags out of the backseat, rounding the car to hand them to her.

"I'll see you in a few hours." She looked up at him, smiling.

He nodded. "I'll see you then, beautiful."

Giving each other a quick kiss, Maggie skipped up the front steps giddily. James watched her, making sure she got in safely, chuckling to himself at her overly-excited movements. Falling that much more in love with the adorable little lamb.

When she got into the lobby, she spun around, marveling at the beauty of the room. Admiring the striking chandelier sitting dead center, leaving the everything positively sparkling. She rounded the centerpiece covered table. Padding over the Persian rug.