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Morgan wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him.She lifted her hips until his cock was at her entrance and lowered herself slowly over him.They both groaned simultaneously.Jameson walked them blindly toward the bed, not that it was far.It was a small apartment.
Morgan was a creature of habit and believed everything had its place.She had never redecorated her place, not that he remembered.
He found the bed and lowered her down before placing a knee on the edge, guiding them toward the middle of the bed.Morgan clung to him, tightening her arms and legs around him.
He draped himself over her like a blanket, her legs falling open like a well-worn book as he rocked his hips forward.His thrusts were gentle and controlled.He wanted to pound into her until he came.His balls already tingled, signaling he wouldn’t last long, but he wanted this to be special.
He should have known Morgan wouldn’t allow that.She didn’t like slow and easy.She liked it deep and hard.Morgan reached down to grip his ass cheeks and pulled him forward as she thrust her hips upward.
Not wanting to leave his lady wanting and knowing slow could come later, Jameson reached his hand under her hips to tilt her pelvis more forward and picked up his pace.
Morgan’s fingers rose and laced behind his neck as she held on for the ride.Her core was soaked from her recent orgasms.Her own juices dripping down his balls.Fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he was determined to make her come at least one more time.
He angled his hips to hit the spot he knew would make her scream.Morgan’s head thrashed from side to side.His hips snapped forward and back.The bed creaked under them from the momentum.
Shit, he wasn’t going to last.“Come,” he commanded with a hard upward thrust.
Morgan screamed her orgasm.Jameson held still as rope after rope of cum spurted from him.Dots of light flashed behind his eyes.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come like that.
He rolled to his side so he didn’t crush Morgan.She snuggled against him, draping a leg over his.Her head rested on his shoulder and her right arm rested on his chest right over his heart.He placed his left over hers.
Jameson just laid there as his racing heart quieted, feeling a peace he hadn’t felt in almost a year wash over him.He didn’t dare close his eyes, fearing this was a dream he never wanted to wake from.Morgan’s eyes were closed, her breathing even.She needed rest.When she woke, he would tell her about Lawry and her would-be assassin.For now, he would just hold her and keep her safe.
Chapter 18
Jameson came awake slowly.For the first time in a year, he awoke with a smile on his face.His cock was sated.His heart was full.Things couldn’t be better.That was until he reached for Morgan and found an empty bed.
His eyes sprang open, confirming what he already knew.The sheets were cold, telling him she’d been gone for a while.He wasn’t alarmed.He was a light sleeper and would have known if someone had broken in and stolen her away.
Morgan was an early riser, even on the weekend.No doubt she was in the living room working on her latest project or just sitting there enjoying her cup of coffee.The woman loved her coffee.He had learned early on in their relationship not to try to have a conversation until at least half a cup was consumed.
Jameson flopped on his back and scrubbed a hand over his sleepy eyes.His cock jutted up, ready to find Morgan and lure her back to bed.Normally Jameson wasn’t the lazy sort, but he wanted just one day to lay in bed with her.Relearn each other and not just sexually.
He should check in with his boss and let him know he was going to be out of touch through the weekend.First, he wanted to make sure Morgan was safe from the assassin.The guy wouldn’t make another play for her as long as he was around.Second, he just wanted to be with her.
His boss would understand.He just wanted two days to be in the now with Morgan and not worry about work.If they were going to make a new start, he would have to start putting her first more anyway.Might as well start now.
Jameson got out of bed, not bothering to put on clothes.He didn’t intend to be up more than was necessary to find Morgan and drag her back to bed.
He found her at her kitchen table with papers scattered everywhere and her laptop open in front of her.She wore a grey tank top and black short shorts.He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Had she done that for him?
One foot was tucked under her other leg, while the other rested on the foot rung in front of her.Her hair was in a messy bun that was falling out more than being held up.
Morning light fell on her like she was the Holy Grail, making her a beacon.She was mumbling to herself before taking a sip of coffee then setting it down and typing away on her computer.
Jameson came up behind her.His hands caressed down her arms as he lightly kissed her neck.Morgan moaned and tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck.He pulled her hair tie free and let her hair cascade down her back.He slid his hand up her back to grip a handful of it.Not in a painful grip, more commanding as he pulled her head back and kissed her on the lips.
Morgan reached up and cupped the back of his head as his tongue plundered and dominated her mouth like he planned to do with her body.
With his free hand, Jameson cupped her breast through her flimsy shirt before pulling it free.He tweaked and twisted her nipple, eliciting moans and groans from Morgan.Her body wriggled in her chair.Not yet.He wasn’t done playing.
He pulled from her lips, dragging much-needed air into his lungs.Morgan’s eyes were still closed, waiting to see what he would do next.
He kissed and nipped his way down her throat, biting the chord between her neck and shoulder, and used his tongue to soothe the pain.His free hand reached down and cupped Morgan between her legs.The leg that had been tucked against the other slipped down, and she opened herself to him.
Jameson rubbed her mound, loving the growl of frustration sounding from her throat.His hand slid up to the seam of her shorts and with a flick of his wrist, he felt bare skin.Morgan fell back against the chair, her body open and accepting like a pagan sacrifice.
