Page 45 of Creed

Some of her anger deflates. “So she’s an ex?”

“Yes, and she didn’t take it well.”

Morgan doesn’t say anything, looking down at the ground.

“We talked about this, taking it serious between the two of us.”

She nods. “I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it?”

“Why didn’t you? Instead of getting arrested,” she says, sneering.

I raise my eyebrows. “Babe, I tried. I called and texted, and broke into your apartment, but you weren’t there.”

“Stop admitting to crimes in front of me,” she hisses.

I want to laugh because she’s more upset about me confessing than the actual act. I can tell she’s frustrated with the situation, but not at me anymore. Then she rubs her hand down her face. “I—that wasn’t the only reason I was avoiding you.”

She blows a breath, and then her bright eyes look up at me. “I’m torn.”

“About?” I ask gently.

Morgan bites down on her lip, her fingers playing with a button on her belt. A nervous tic I’ve noticed of hers.

“I overheard something I shouldn’t have…and it’s questioning my integrity, but I don’t know if my personal attachment is affecting any bias.”

My eyebrows furrow, and it takes a moment for what she’s saying to click. “You overheard something about the club?”

She nods.

I exchange a quick glance with Judge and then I reach for her to come closer. She does so, and I run my knuckles over her face. “You don’t have to tell me if it will cost your job.”

Tears well in her eyes, and her nostrils flare. “I think I do. It could cost people’s lives.”

Dread pools in my stomach, but it’s not the best place to coax the information out of her. We need the safety of privacy. I smirk at her, sliding my hand to the back of her neck. “We’ll worry about it later. Right now, I want you to apologize for ignoring me.”

Morgan blinks, the shock of my request pushing her emotions back. “Apologize?”

I nod. “Yup. Over a week without your pussy because you couldn’t talk to me? Tsk. That’s not how it works, baby.” I guide my hand back over her face, pressing her bottom lip with my thumb. “Your mouth will do for now.”

When she gasps, I stick my thumb between her plump lips and have to swallow my groan as her tongue flicks against it. My cock hardens painfully, pressing against my jeans.

“I c-can’t do that here.” It comes out almost as if she’s regretful about it.

I press into her lip harder. “Yes you can. No one will know.” I’m not going to mention that Cowen will erase the tapes before I’m even on the road back home.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I coax her.

Morgan’s eyes flash with guilt, and then she slowly lowers to her knees. My erection is impossible to miss at this point. If she had told me she can’t again, I would have stopped pushing it, but I want to prove a point.

Judge stands straighter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches. I know some of the brothers have been a little worried about my obsession with a cop, but they don’t know Morgan like I do. She’s mine before anything else.

Her gaze flickers up to mine, and I undo my belt and jeans.

“You miss my cock these past few days?”

She nods, her tongue peeking between her lips.