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“No? What happened to Rick?”
“Reba happened.”
“Reba?” Morgan giggled, and to Cooper, it was pretty much the sweetest sound ever. “Was she a girlfriend?”
“No.” He half grinned, half grimaced as she bent close and licked his nipple. “A dog.”
Her head shot up at that. “Maverick has a dog’s name tattooed on his body.”
“If he was smart he got it removed.” Cooper chuckled. “I’m gonna have to ask Charlie about that.”
She was still running her hands along his body, her perky breasts just out of reach. When her fingers dropped to his groin, he gritted his teeth because it was damn hard to keep control. He reached for her again, intent on finishing what she’d started, but she slowly shook her head and…
Goddamn.
Slid to her knees.
“Morgan.”
It was all he got out, because her fingers sli
d around the base of his cock, and she gently squeezed him. “Do you like that?” she asked, voice throaty and sexy as hell.
“Is that even a question?” he ground out.
She pumped him slowly and moved closer. “This better?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer, because her mouth was on his balls, and she suckled him while pumping him at the same time.
Cooper’s head fell back against the tiles, and maybe it hurt, but if it did, it only made the pleasure happening between his legs that much better.
“Sweets, you’re killing me.”
“That’s the idea.” Her voice was like whiskey over ice, sexy as hell and full of naughty promise. She took him into her mouth, and Cooper’s blood boiled.
God. The feel of her hot, wet mouth on him made Cooper see stars. He blinked and cleared his head, then glanced down because he needed to see her. The sight of Morgan on her knees between his legs, her mouth on him, sucking and stroking, was a sight he’d take to the grave.
She smiled up at him, a wicked, naughty thing that played around the edges of her mouth. With one more stroke of her hand, she licked her way up from the base and took all of him in.
“Damn.” Voice hoarse and balls tight, he grimaced, not in pain but in the most amazing pleasure ever. His hands crept down to tangle in her hair, and he held her gently. Her lips and tongue and fingers were everywhere, and as she increased the tempo and took him deeper, he felt his orgasm building. He couldn’t help himself. It was coming fast and hard and he…
“Sweets, I…” He tried to pull back, but she refused, those pale eyes of hers on him and, dammit, did she actually wink? His jaw clamped tight. This angel between his legs actually winked.
He was there on the edge, and there was no stopping him. He roared his release, the sound almost inhuman as it echoed in the shower, and came so hard, he saw white. He came into her mouth, and she held steady, taking everything he had, and Lord, the noises she made. They drove him crazy.
When he was done—when he was weak from some of the best sex he’d ever had—she slowly got to her feet and grabbed the bodywash. He didn’t say a word as she scrubbed him from head to toe. He couldn’t. His chest was tight with an emotion he couldn’t quite name.
It was powerful, though, and that was enough to give him pause. What was he doing with Morgan? What was she becoming to him?
He reached behind her and turned off the water. It had long gone cold, but neither one of them noticed. Cooper grabbed his towel and tied it around his waist before grabbing another and wrapping Morgan in it. He scooped her into his arms and padded across his office to the main room of the outbuilding. He didn’t stop until he reached the kitchen area and set her on the counter.
“Omelet?” he asked as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world for them to be half-naked in his workplace.
“Sure,” she replied softly.
He pulled eggs from the fridge—checked the expiry date because he couldn’t remember when he’d last stocked his fridge—and got busy making them some breakfast. He had peppers and onion and cheese and stood back for a look. He’d folded them perfectly, and with a little salsa on the side, they’d do.
He glanced up quickly, aware of Morgan’s gaze on him, and caught her tugging up the side of her towel until it was tucked beneath her chin.
“You cold?” he asked casually, walking back to the island where she was still perched.
