else mattered.
“Oh Morgan,” she breathed, disengaging one hand to lay it on the side of his face. “I’m so sorry.”
Her touch created a conflicting mass of emotions strong enough to make his breath catch. He felt compassion and genuine caring radiate through him. Along with desire. He felt her desire for him. With that came wanting. Hunger so deep that his gut burned and his balls ached. Something that had been smoldering inside him for years flamed to life. Primal and overpowering, it claimed him, bringing an immediate erection.
“Sara.” His voice was rough with need.
“Morgan.”
Her hand slid to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer. Her eyes beckoned him, her lush lips parted slightly, enticing him. He couldn’t resist. He didn’t want to.
Giving no thought to gentleness, he pulled her from her chair, rising in the same movement, to crush her to him. His lips were demanding against hers, taking her in a kiss that had his heart hammering and his dick throbbing.
She surrendered to him, her lips soft and yielding, her body pliant, molding to his. Morgan released her from the kiss long enough to sweep her up in his arms and carry her quickly to the bedroom.
He put her on her feet beside the bed, fisting both hands in her long hair for another searing kiss. The soft moan that came from her spurred his hands into action. “I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”
“Yes,” she breathed as he began undressing her, pulling her long-sleeved T-shirt up over her head.
A lacy pink bra cupped her full breasts, drawing him toward the shadowed depth between them. His hands cupped both breasts as his tongue worked down her cleavage. She tasted sweet, like jasmine-tinted honey. It was intoxicating. His mouth worked over one full mound, his fingers working the cup of her bra down so that her breast spilled free.
She gasped when his mouth fastened on her nipple, sucking and teasing the taut tip with his tongue. Her hands moved up to fist in his hair, pulled him more firmly against her breast, her back arching to press into the sensation.
A smell of rose, of wildflowers and musk filled his senses, a heady scent that went straight to his dick, making it pulse against her belly. Morgan’s hand worked down her body to unfasten her jeans, slipping down into the front to cup her wet sex.
She released her hold on his hair to assist, working her jeans down, stepping free of them as he spread her labia and worked his middle finger inside her.
She gasped and pressed against him as his finger located her G-spot. Morgan felt her come, flooding his hand, her body quivering, tightening then growing pliant as the wave subsided.
He released her long enough to ease her back on the bed. She watched with eyes hooded in desire, lips swollen from his kisses. He started to unfasten his pants, seeing her track the movements of his hands.
Someone knocked on the door. Sara looked up at him like a startled bird. His first thought was to ignore it. Whoever it was would go away. But the knocking became a persistent pounding, accompanied by a voice calling out.
“Morgan?”
It was then that Morgan remembered he’d scheduled a meeting with a potential new client.
“Shit!” He hurriedly buttoned his pants. “I’m supposed to meet with a client today.”
Sara bolted up, pulling up her pants and scrambling around on the floor for her discarded shirt. “I’ll leave!” she whispered.
“No.” Morgan took hold of her arm as she straightened, shirt in hand. “Please. Don’t go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay,” she agreed and slid on her shirt when he released her. “I’ll just stay here and be quiet.”
“No.” He took her hand. “This is nothing you can’t hear. Come on.”
Together they went into the living room. Sara took a seat as Morgan answered the door. A large, heavyset man in an expensive suit stood on the other side of the door.
“I was beginning to think you were going to
“Oh Morgan,” she breathed, disengaging one hand to lay it on the side of his face. “I’m so sorry.”
Her touch created a conflicting mass of emotions strong enough to make his breath catch. He felt compassion and genuine caring radiate through him. Along with desire. He felt her desire for him. With that came wanting. Hunger so deep that his gut burned and his balls ached. Something that had been smoldering inside him for years flamed to life. Primal and overpowering, it claimed him, bringing an immediate erection.
“Sara.” His voice was rough with need.
“Morgan.”
Her hand slid to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer. Her eyes beckoned him, her lush lips parted slightly, enticing him. He couldn’t resist. He didn’t want to.
Giving no thought to gentleness, he pulled her from her chair, rising in the same movement, to crush her to him. His lips were demanding against hers, taking her in a kiss that had his heart hammering and his dick throbbing.
She surrendered to him, her lips soft and yielding, her body pliant, molding to his. Morgan released her from the kiss long enough to sweep her up in his arms and carry her quickly to the bedroom.
He put her on her feet beside the bed, fisting both hands in her long hair for another searing kiss. The soft moan that came from her spurred his hands into action. “I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”
“Yes,” she breathed as he began undressing her, pulling her long-sleeved T-shirt up over her head.
A lacy pink bra cupped her full breasts, drawing him toward the shadowed depth between them. His hands cupped both breasts as his tongue worked down her cleavage. She tasted sweet, like jasmine-tinted honey. It was intoxicating. His mouth worked over one full mound, his fingers working the cup of her bra down so that her breast spilled free.
She gasped when his mouth fastened on her nipple, sucking and teasing the taut tip with his tongue. Her hands moved up to fist in his hair, pulled him more firmly against her breast, her back arching to press into the sensation.
A smell of rose, of wildflowers and musk filled his senses, a heady scent that went straight to his dick, making it pulse against her belly. Morgan’s hand worked down her body to unfasten her jeans, slipping down into the front to cup her wet sex.
She released her hold on his hair to assist, working her jeans down, stepping free of them as he spread her labia and worked his middle finger inside her.
She gasped and pressed against him as his finger located her G-spot. Morgan felt her come, flooding his hand, her body quivering, tightening then growing pliant as the wave subsided.
He released her long enough to ease her back on the bed. She watched with eyes hooded in desire, lips swollen from his kisses. He started to unfasten his pants, seeing her track the movements of his hands.
Someone knocked on the door. Sara looked up at him like a startled bird. His first thought was to ignore it. Whoever it was would go away. But the knocking became a persistent pounding, accompanied by a voice calling out.
“Morgan?”
It was then that Morgan remembered he’d scheduled a meeting with a potential new client.
“Shit!” He hurriedly buttoned his pants. “I’m supposed to meet with a client today.”
Sara bolted up, pulling up her pants and scrambling around on the floor for her discarded shirt. “I’ll leave!” she whispered.
“No.” Morgan took hold of her arm as she straightened, shirt in hand. “Please. Don’t go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay,” she agreed and slid on her shirt when he released her. “I’ll just stay here and be quiet.”
“No.” He took her hand. “This is nothing you can’t hear. Come on.”
Together they went into the living room. Sara took a seat as Morgan answered the door. A large, heavyset man in an expensive suit stood on the other side of the door.
“I was beginning to think you were going to
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