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After one last sweep of his lips over hers, he backed out and closed the door. Stepping onto the sidewalk, he slapped his hand on the top of the car twice. A moment later, the vehicle drove off and he was left alone. He watched the taillights until the car turned the corner and disappeared completely from view. Only then did he go back inside.
Instead of grabbing an armband designating he was a dungeon monitor, Morgan rounded the front desk and retreated to his office. He needed a few minutes alone to get his head back on straight before he did something crazy like follow Zoe home.
Closing and locking the door, Morgan went behind his desk and collapsed in the comfortable chair he rarely used. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and sighed as he thought of Zoe.
Needing some erection relief, he opened his pants and pulled them down far enough to free his cock and balls to the air. Wrapping his right hand around his cock, he allowed memories of the past three hours to wash over and through him.
His hand began to travel up and down his cock. At the top of the stroke, he used his thumb to spread the precum around the head and then down the shaft. Once the memories had played out, he moved on to dreaming of what he wanted to do to the woman who acted so experienced and innocent in turns.
He rose quickly to the peak of his arousal, gritting his teeth to keep from roaring as his orgasm gathered in his balls and shot out through the tip of his cock in pulse after pulse. Once it subsided, he opened his eyes and chuckled at the sight of his desk. It was a good thing he had not been actually working or he would have ruined more than one or two papers.
He jumped when his cell phone buzzed under his thigh. Pulling it out, his smile widened as he saw he had received a text from a number without a name attached to it. Swiping his finger, he read the text and laughed out loud.
Unknown: Home safe and sound, Master Morgan, Sir. Signed, Bunny.
Morgan: Good girl. I’ll pick you up Sunday at 9:30 for our brunch.
Unknown: Yes, Sir. *salutes*
Morgan: Good night, bunny. Sleep well.
He was not surprised when she did not respond. After cleaning up his desk, he cleaned himself and then pulled his clothes together. The last thing he needed was anyone guessing he had been in his office jerking off.
He had just finished buckling his belt when the doorknob rattled. “Morgan? You in there?”
The door rattled again before he could cross the room. Opening it, he found a crowd in the hall just outside his door.
Not only were Bjorn Hightower and Viking Harrison, his two best friends and business partners taking up space, but each man had their arm around their woman. Viking’s Little girl Roque was dressed in a cute yellow dress with daisies all over it. Santee Mariano, Bjorn’s woman, was dressed in jeans and a sweater, her hair damp, and combed back from her face. They were all wearing street clothes, which meant they had finished their play for the evening.
“What’s going on?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
Roque stepped forward, then leaned around him to glance around his empty office. She stepped back and looked up at him. “Where’d she go?”
He could tell the woman was still deep in her Little headspace and he needed to be kind to her. The last thing she needed was to have him growl at her. And the last thing he needed was Viking knocking him on his ass.
“Where’s who, sweetheart?”
“Where’s the lady who was sitting on your lap in the dungeon? She was pretty and you looked so happy. I wanted you and her to come out and eat with us.”
“I’m sorry, Roque, but she already went home. By now she’s asleep in her bed.”
Roque’s disappointment and curiosity were clearly visible as she continued, “Are you going to see her again? Is she going to be your girlfriend?”
“Roque, you’re being too nosy,” Viking scolded gently even as he sent Morgan a look that said he was as curious as his Little girl.
A glance at Bjorn showed his other best friend wore the same expression. But they were letting Roque lead the way for some reason. Probably because they knew he would answer her questions and not just growl at her or deflect the conversation to something else.
Finally, he turned his attention back to Roque. “I’m going to see her on Sunday for brunch. We’ll talk then and decide if we want to play together again or not. She won’t be my girlfriend for at least another week or so, okay?”
Roque huffed a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. “All right, but you need to get moving, Unca Morgan. You’re not getting any younger and really need someone to make sure you’re taking your vitamins and drinking water and everything since you won’t let me.”
Morgan could not help the chuckles at the Little girl’s seriousness.
“I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart. But if she’s not the one, I’m sure there is someone else out there, somewhere, just waiting to be my submissive masochistic girlfriend.”
Roque didn’t look convinced. “Okay, but you need to hurry up and find her before you get too old to swing a flogger.”
“Now that’s just mean, sweetheart. You wound me,” Morgan collapsed against the wall and raised a hand to his heart.
