Page 99 of Under Her

Our waitress comes over, and we all order. I, of course, order my usual—Chicago’s Best, which is basically waffles with everything.

The waitress has just brought our coffees over when Coop leans forward, elbows on the table, and puts all his focus on Morgan. “So, Morgan, tell us about what you’ve been up to since college.”

She chuckles. “That’s a whole lot of years’ worth of stuff to tell you.”

“I’ve got the time. In fact, I have all the time in the world for you.”

I scowl at him. “That’s because you’re a lazy fuck who doesn’t work like the rest of us.”

Coop grins at me and sits back in his chair. “True. But maybe I should work because, if all women in business look like Morgan, then work is definitely a place I want to be.”

“They don’t all look like Morgan. Believe me,” Dom imparts, chuckling. “You’ve met Sonja, my relationship specialist,” he says to Coop, whose face screws up at the mention of her.

“Ugh, fuck yeah.” Coop shudders. “That chick has warts on warts. How the fuck is she a specialist on relationships? I bet the only relationship she’s ever had is with Pornhub and her vibrator.”

“Jesus, dude.” I throw a rolled up napkin at him. “Woman at the table.” My woman, to be exact.

“Don’t worry about me,” Morgan says. “I’ve heard worse.”

I want to ask from where, but then she looks at Coop and says, “And don’t knock the education that Pornhub and a vibrator can give a girl. I can tell you from experience that I’ve learned some of my best relationship moves from Pornhub and BOB.” She winks, and my mouth drops open.

Coop hoots out a laugh. Dom nearly chokes on his coffee.

I’m staring at Morgan like I’m seeing her for the first time.

I know she’s open in bed, and I also, unfortunately, know that she’s had a threesome with two other dudes. But she’s only open when she’s turned on. When she’s not and the subject of sex comes up, she goes shy. So, to hear her say something so fucking open and sexual and, quite frankly, hot as fuck in front of Coop and Dom, it shocks the hell out of me. And it also makes me a lot hard.

I’m quickly working out if I can get away with dragging her to the restroom for a quickie when Coop bangs his hand on the table, still laughing.

“Fucking hell, Wild!” He chortles. “You’ve got your hands full with this one.”

I stare over at her. Her eyes are glittering with humor, and I smile big.

“I know,” I say. Then, I wrap my arm around her neck and pull her close to me, planting a kiss on her forehead.

And I don’t mind one fucking bit. Because I want all of me to be full of her. My hands. My head. And my heart.

Morgan and I are lying in my bed on our sides, facing each other. And, of course, we’re both naked.

Morgan’s fingers are sifting through my hair, and I’m beyond relaxed.

After we got back from brunch, we took a shower together, and I tried out the massage setting on her, like I’d said I would.

Let’s just say, it works really well. She came like a motherfucker. And the blow job I received afterward in thanks had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Brunch was fun,” she says softly. “It was nice, seeing Dom and Cooper again.”

“Yeah. They enjoyed seeing you, too.” And I know that for a fact because they both texted me afterward to tell me in their own unique ways that they thought Morgan was awesome and that I should bring her to brunch more often.

And I want to.

I want to bring her with me every fucking week. I want to be with her at work all day and have her in my bed every night.

But I still don’t know where she’s at on the subject of us. If she even sees me and her as an us.

All I know is that I’m fucking crazy about her, and I want her in every way possible. I’m hoping that she wants the same.

“I can’t believe it’s Sunday already.” She sighs. “The weekend has gone by so fast but slow as well, if you know what I mean.”