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As in lots and lots of sex on tap.

Sex with Morgan. Which, of course, she’s fantastic at. She’s amazing at everything.

Only I don’t know where her head’s at with it all.

I know she likes me. And she likes my cock an awful lot. But a relationship? No clue.

I could just ask her, which would be the smart and sensible thing to do.

But what if she doesn’t feel the same?

What if all she wants from me is sex?

Well, shit. I didn’t think of that.

She could just want me for the spectacular orgasms I provide and nothing else.

She seems to like me now, but she wasn’t exactly my biggest fan in college. Deep down, she might still think I’m that same prick she thought I was in college.

I know I’m frigging awesome. But that doesn’t mean she does.

Trust me, people can fuck each other without actually liking each other. All you need is sexual attraction.

How do you think Kanye got laid before he became a Kardashian?

Well, actually, that probably had a lot to do with money. Which I have in the bucketloads.

But Morgan isn’t a gold digger—cue Kanye tune.

Seriously though, she’s worked her ass off for everything she has. And she was never one to screw around in college. I actually don’t remember her ever having a boyfriend. Thank fuck.

So, she has to like me, right? It can’t just be about sex.

Okay, so now, all I have to do is spend this weekend showing her that being in a relationship with me is the best idea ever.

And I can do that.

Easy.

“Wow. Your place is great. This view…” Morgan walks over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressing her fingertips to the glass as she stares out at nighttime Chicago.

I drop our cases on the floor of my apartment and stretch out my back.

Jesus, her cases weigh a ton. I wish I’d taken the doorman’s offer to help me.

My eyes focus in on her standing there, silhouette by the night, and all thoughts of heavy luggage are forgotten.

I walk toward her. My cock hardens, the closer I get to her.

Coming up behind her, I brush her hair over her shoulder and press a kiss to her neck.

“I like you here, in my apartment,” I tell her.

“I like being here.”

My hands drop to her hips as I trace my tongue up the skin of her neck until I reach her ear. I graze my teeth over her lobe.

She shivers.