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“I have to have one hand free. How else am I supposed to touch you?”
“You have a tongue.”
Said tongue is feeling thick as hell. This sexy talk is getting to me. I shift slightly and breathe through my nose.First date, asshole. Do not fuck this up.
“Not to ruin the mood and all but, Morgan, if you keep going down this route, we’re going to have sex. If you’re ready, so am I, but if you’re not, you might want to move down about two feet.”
She doesn’t move, and I spend a long moment where a dozen scenes race through my head where she’s naked and I’m balls deep inside of her. Gremlin jumps between us and breaks the spell. Morgan gets to her feet and gives me an unsteady smile. “I think I better call an Uber.”
“Or you can stay here. I promise not to touch you.”
The corner of her lips quirks up. “Sure, but who’s going to save you from me?”
“I don’t want to be saved. Please, take me.” I hold out my arms.
She just laughs again. It’s a breathy one and goes straight from my ears to my cock, but I know hesitation when I see it. When Morgan and I do have sex, it’s going to be something we’re both one hundred percent into, particularly if it involves ropes, a little Daddy play, some spanking, and who knows what else.
The car service arrives way too quickly for my liking. “I’d kiss you goodbye,” I say, “but when I do get my mouth on you, I’m not going to stop.” I reach across and buckle her in. “Take good care of her. She’s precious,” I tell the driver.
“Got it, man. I promise to deliver her with only a few scratches,” he jokes.
“If you do, I’ll come and shove the gear shift down your throat,” I reply, deadly serious. The driver shuts up immediately.
I stand on the sidewalk and watch the car until the taillights disappear and the dark night swallows her up. I stay out there with my hands in my pockets for a long time. Funny how your life can change in an instant. One day, you’re struggling with inspiration, and the next moment, you find the one person you can’t live without.
CHAPTER10
MORGAN
“Lady Morgan,your presence has been requested in the study.” I groan when Alfred's voice fills my bedroom through the smart system.
“Stop calling me a lady. It’s an insult,” I shout, and regret it instantly as the pounding in my head persists. I don’t have a full hangover, but I need some water or food in me. A couple of Advil should really do the trick.
“I know,” Alfred responds. I suppose I had that coming.
“Can we make my presence required in the kitchen instead? I need orange juice and toast.”
“I’ll bring both to the study.”
“I take it we have a guest?” Why else would we be headed to the study?
“Yes.”
“It’s not—”
“No, it’s not your parents.”
“Did Blake make it home last night?”
“I do not meddle in people's affairs.”
I would burst into laughter if I felt better.
“You’re such a liar.” He knows everything that happens in this place.
“Blake is not home at the moment. Now please make your way to the study.”
“Fine.” I yawn, rolling out of my bed. “Give me ten.” I need to at least freshen up a bit before going to see anyone.
