Chapter Twenty-One #2
Morgan emerged, looking like a fucking goddess.
A vision in red lingerie designed specifically to destroy my self-control.
Her brown hair tumbled in waves around her shoulders, framing a face flushed with anticipation.
But it was what she wore—or barely wore—that was nothing short of sinful and made my mouth go dry.
Thin red straps framed her full breasts and left her nipples exposed so they peeked through provocatively.
Sheer mesh hugged her stomach and accentuated her curves.
More straps crisscrossed over her hips, leading to the small scrap of fabric that barely covered her mound.
She was pure temptation, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, nearly tripping over my discarded shoes as I moved toward her.
She laughed, a sultry sound that was like a stroke to my cock as she sauntered to the bed.
I followed, but my gaze snagged on the chocolate sauce on the dresser.
I grabbed it, setting it on the nightstand before I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes then joined her on the bed where she was reclining back on the pillows, watching me with a hooded gaze.
I moved over her, and our lips met in a heated clash, my hands roaming her lush figure as we tangled in a frenzy of touches and kisses, elevating the raw need that had been simmering between us for weeks.
I trailed my mouth along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and skimmed my lips across the swell of her breasts.
Her exposed, peaked nipples begged for attention, and she let out an impatient little moan as I drew the straps over her chest down, baring her completely.
Sitting up, I straddled her thighs and grabbed the jar, twisting it open. The thick chocolate sauce was perfect for drizzling, and I let a ribbon of it fall across one pebbled nipple, then the other, watching the dark syrup drip down her full breasts.
She stared up at me, biting her lip, eyes shimmering with anticipation. Holding her gaze, I lowered my mouth to her breast, my tongue sweeping across her nipple to collect the chocolate. The rich, sweet flavor, combined with the salt of her skin, made me groan against her breast.
I loved the outfit, but my patience evaporated.
I tore through the mesh over her stomach with a growl.
She inhaled a startled breath, but didn’t protest as I repositioned myself so that I was kneeling between her spread legs, then I poured more chocolate in a trail from her chest down to where that small bit of fabric still covered her sex.
Then, I licked it off, following the same path down to her lower stomach.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “I want to devour you.”
Her fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me back up for a deep kiss while her free hand reached down and fisted my stiff, aching cock.
“Hmm, you taste like chocolate,” she murmured, sliding her palm along my shaft and giving it a few firm strokes.
“But I can’t wait anymore, Liam. I need you so badly. ”
Her urgency matched mine, sending a spear of pure desire straight through me.
I slid a hand between her legs, discovering snaps in her lingerie and I didn’t hesitate to tear them open, along with the ones at her hip that allowed me to strip the outfit completely off her body so she was as naked as me.
I lined up the head of my cock and thrust into her slick heat, burying myself to the hilt.
We both groaned in pleasure and relief, her walls clenching around my dick.
I stilled, fighting for control so I didn’t spill my load before she had the chance to orgasm. She felt too damn good after so long, it threatened to push me instantly over the edge. The only thing I wanted more than to come inside of Morgan was to watch her fall apart for me first.
Rising to my knees, I gripped her hips and pulled her lower half onto my lap, and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Her body lay splayed before me, hair tousled, her skin smeared with chocolate, and as I began fucking her in earnest, her breasts bounced with each deep, hard thrust.
She clutched the bed covers, arousing sounds spilling from her lips with every roll of my hips elevating my own desire for her.
I groaned, moving faster, rougher. “You have no idea how much I needed this. How many times I’ve fantasized about spreading you out on my desk and sinking myself so deep inside you that all you feel is me. Those tight skirts you wear drive me insane, you know that?”
Lost in sensation, she moaned in response, but I needed to hear her say it.
I forced myself to stop and reached up to pinch her nipples, just hard enough to make her gasp and get her attention.
“Answer me, Morgan. Do you know how crazy you make me in your form fitting suits and dresses?” I rolled her nipples between my fingers again, watching her squirm and feeling her pussy spasm around my dick, still buried deep inside her.
“Do you know how badly my cock aches as I sit behind my desk, trying to act professional when you make me feel like a fucking animal?”
“Yes, I know,” she cried out. “God, please keep fucking me.”
I grinned and leaned over her, bracing my hands by her shoulders so that my face was only inches from hers. “And you like it, don’t you? You like knowing the effect you have on me.”
“Yes!” She reached around to my ass, gripping it hard enough that I could feel the bite of her nails.
“Yes, I love knowing that you want me so much. I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me because I think about it, too. I think about sinking to my knees under your desk every time I walk in there and how much I loved sucking you off and watching you lose control.”
Holy shit. Her filthy confession unleashed something primal inside me, and I started to move again—harder this time, pounding into her with an intensity that bordered on savage. The headboard slammed against the wall in rhythm to my thrusts, but I couldn’t stop. I needed this. I needed her.
She craved my unrestrained passion just as much, her voice taking on a desperate edge as she encouraged me to give her more, more, more!
My stomach muscles tightened as my climax approached, barreling through me like a freight train, and a hoarse groan rumbled up from my chest as I released inside her.
Morgan was right there with me. Her legs tightened around my waist, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she unraveled so beautifully beneath me with a soft cry of pleasure.
We clung to each other through the aftershocks, bodies slick and spent. I couldn’t remember ever feeling more complete, or more content with another person.
Eventually, I forced myself to move and pulled out of her. I cleaned us both with a warm washcloth, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as I wiped away the remnants of chocolate and sex. She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, a soft, sated smile playing at her lips.
After turning off the lights, I slid into bed beside her and pulled her into my arms. I closed my eyes, and as she let out a long sigh and relaxed against my chest, the truth hit me like the sharp clarity of an unexpected lightning strike, jolting through every part of me.
I loved this woman.
My eyes flew back open at that thought, staring into the darkness of the room as I waited for the panic to surface. The suffocating fear. The overwhelming urge to run that had defined my response to emotional intimacy for years now.
But nothing like that happened. There was no dread. No warning bells. I wasn’t freaking out. This wasn’t like our first night together where flight instinct had ruled my actions.
I felt…peaceful and happy.
I ran a hand down Morgan’s bare back, her skin warm and soft beneath my palm, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
For years, I’d convinced myself that Ivy was the one who got away.
That if I’d just made better choices, worked fewer hours, said the right things, we could have had the future I’d envisioned.
But lying here with Morgan in my arms, I knew with absolute certainty that I’d been wrong.
Ivy was never mine in the way Morgan was.
If I’d ever felt a fraction of this connection with Ivy, I wouldn’t have buried myself in my job.
I wouldn’t have chosen meetings and late nights at the office and endless deals over her.
And she wouldn’t have been open to the idea of falling in love with someone else if we’d had a strong relationship to begin with.
Something worth fighting for, which in hindsight, neither of us had tried to do.
With Morgan, everything was different. The thought of a future without her was unbearable, while the thought of a future with her filled me with a certainty I’d never experienced before.
I wasn’t afraid of this love because I knew, bone-deep, that I wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.
I wouldn’t let work consume me. Wouldn’t let distance grow between us. And I would never take her for granted.
I wanted to build a life with her. Wanted to wake up beside her every morning. Learn all her quirks and habits and favorite things. I wanted to be the man she deserved.
And I intended to make that happen. We still had a few more days left at CES, but when we returned to New York things between us needed to change.
Hopefully, Simon would have some answers from the forensic accountant and then, I wanted our relationship out in the open.
I wanted to take her to dinner in our own city, introduce her to my friends, and sit beside her at family gatherings without worrying who might see.
I wanted her woven into every part of my life.
And when I told her I loved her, it wasn’t going to be in bed after sex.
I wanted to do it right, in a way that made her feel special and treasured.
She deserved our first “I love you” to be a moment she remembered for the rest of her life, and I intended to give her that when the time and place was right.
Morgan shifted in her sleep, burrowing closer, and I tightened my arms around her.
My eyes drifted closed, and for the first time in years, falling asleep felt easy.
Because I was exactly where I was supposed to be…
with the woman I loved curled against my side, and a future full of possibilities stretching out before us.