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your legs and sink deep with one thrust.”
That was all it took. She gasped as the orgasm rolled over her. “Oh, yes .” She wanted him to know, she wanted him to hear it. She wanted him there with her.
“Fuck, Morgan,” she heard and she pictured his big hand on his cock, stroking fast and then the orgasm erupting from him.
Several beats passed as she sat on the bathroom counter breathing hard. She heard nothing from the other end of the phone.
Finally she said, “You still there?”
“Just wondering if you’d come out here and let me lick you now.”
She had to clear her throat again before answering. “Um, yeah, I think I would. If I get to lick you too.”
He groaned and she grinned as she slid to the floor and started for the door. Then she paused. They’d just been very intimate. They’d already had sex once. But he hadn’t seen her completely, totally naked. Apparently he’d pictured it, but he hadn’t seen it. Could she just parade out there without a stitch on? She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her quickly.
He, on the other hand, clearly had no such reservations. He was lying back on the bed, completely naked. Gloriously naked. Breathtakingly naked.
Her mouth went dry and she stopped in the doorway.
He grinned. “You can’t possibly be as surprised as you look. Did you think I was sitting out here watching TV and faking all of that?”
“No. I just… Wow.” He was bigger than she’d imagined. Which was ridiculous since she’d felt as much of him as he had of her. But seeing it was different.
He looked damned good on the bed. His chest was nearly smooth with only a light dusting of golden hair gracing his pecs. He was muscular and tight…and she wanted to touch every inch.
As she stayed frozen in the doorway, trying to decide what she wanted to do to him first, he pushed himself up off the bed and came toward her.
“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that, Sugar,” he said gruffly, stopping in front of her.
“Like what?” Like she couldn’t remember why she’d had a single concern about getting close to him, in every way.
“Like you just forgot what you had asked me.” He gave her a cocky grin, then reached for her. He got a finger into the top of the towel and tugged it loose. As the towel hit the carpet…the phone started ringing.
Chapter Three
Morgan was here for work. This wasn’t vacation, it wasn’t a date. She was here working and he was her…distraction. He knew she had to answer it. Still, he could hope she was so caught up in the moment that she’d let the caller leave a message. She sighed. “I have to answer it.”
“Fuck.” Dooley sighed too. “I know.”
She grabbed the phone on the bedside table and, distracted by the call, she seemed to forget she was naked. He sat back on the bed and watched her.
She was gorgeous. He didn’t mind that she had her attention on other things at the moment. It was the perfect opportunity to study her. And make some lists.
Like the list of all the places her wanted to lick and suck—the outer curve of her left breast, the sweet spot just below her belly button and her right hip bone. For starters. Then the list of all the positions he wanted to try out before they went back to Omaha. Then the list of all the places in the suite he wanted to make her come.
He loved that it was so easy to get her riled up. Whether it was just how she was wired or it was something chemical between the two of them, he didn’t care. He loved how easy it was to turn her on. He was more than willing to take as much time as necessary, but with the responses she was giving him, it looked like multiple orgasms were in her future.
She crossed the room to her purse, then bent to rummage for something inside her briefcase… and Dooley about swallowed his tongue. That was a nice view. He wanted to cross the room, grab her hips and sink deep. No foreplay, no build up, just hot and now .
But before he could even stand, she
That was all it took. She gasped as the orgasm rolled over her. “Oh, yes .” She wanted him to know, she wanted him to hear it. She wanted him there with her.
“Fuck, Morgan,” she heard and she pictured his big hand on his cock, stroking fast and then the orgasm erupting from him.
Several beats passed as she sat on the bathroom counter breathing hard. She heard nothing from the other end of the phone.
Finally she said, “You still there?”
“Just wondering if you’d come out here and let me lick you now.”
She had to clear her throat again before answering. “Um, yeah, I think I would. If I get to lick you too.”
He groaned and she grinned as she slid to the floor and started for the door. Then she paused. They’d just been very intimate. They’d already had sex once. But he hadn’t seen her completely, totally naked. Apparently he’d pictured it, but he hadn’t seen it. Could she just parade out there without a stitch on? She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her quickly.
He, on the other hand, clearly had no such reservations. He was lying back on the bed, completely naked. Gloriously naked. Breathtakingly naked.
Her mouth went dry and she stopped in the doorway.
He grinned. “You can’t possibly be as surprised as you look. Did you think I was sitting out here watching TV and faking all of that?”
“No. I just… Wow.” He was bigger than she’d imagined. Which was ridiculous since she’d felt as much of him as he had of her. But seeing it was different.
He looked damned good on the bed. His chest was nearly smooth with only a light dusting of golden hair gracing his pecs. He was muscular and tight…and she wanted to touch every inch.
As she stayed frozen in the doorway, trying to decide what she wanted to do to him first, he pushed himself up off the bed and came toward her.
“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that, Sugar,” he said gruffly, stopping in front of her.
“Like what?” Like she couldn’t remember why she’d had a single concern about getting close to him, in every way.
“Like you just forgot what you had asked me.” He gave her a cocky grin, then reached for her. He got a finger into the top of the towel and tugged it loose. As the towel hit the carpet…the phone started ringing.
Chapter Three
Morgan was here for work. This wasn’t vacation, it wasn’t a date. She was here working and he was her…distraction. He knew she had to answer it. Still, he could hope she was so caught up in the moment that she’d let the caller leave a message. She sighed. “I have to answer it.”
“Fuck.” Dooley sighed too. “I know.”
She grabbed the phone on the bedside table and, distracted by the call, she seemed to forget she was naked. He sat back on the bed and watched her.
She was gorgeous. He didn’t mind that she had her attention on other things at the moment. It was the perfect opportunity to study her. And make some lists.
Like the list of all the places her wanted to lick and suck—the outer curve of her left breast, the sweet spot just below her belly button and her right hip bone. For starters. Then the list of all the positions he wanted to try out before they went back to Omaha. Then the list of all the places in the suite he wanted to make her come.
He loved that it was so easy to get her riled up. Whether it was just how she was wired or it was something chemical between the two of them, he didn’t care. He loved how easy it was to turn her on. He was more than willing to take as much time as necessary, but with the responses she was giving him, it looked like multiple orgasms were in her future.
She crossed the room to her purse, then bent to rummage for something inside her briefcase… and Dooley about swallowed his tongue. That was a nice view. He wanted to cross the room, grab her hips and sink deep. No foreplay, no build up, just hot and now .
But before he could even stand, she
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