Chapter 39
JAMIE
“Another round?” Morgan teases, gripping my ass cheeks.
My cock throbs, eager to oblige, but a ding rings through the cabin, warning us that it’s time to put on seatbelts for the descent.
“I should tell her to take a few more laps,” Morgan murmurs.
“We’ll run out of fuel eventually,” I counter.
Morgan sighs. “Better get it over with, then.” She gently slides me onto the bed, giving me a chance to collect myself.
The lock took the edge off, but only barely. It’s good we stopped when we did, because one more climax and I’d be begging for her knot.
I mean, I already want to beg. But I have control of myself. For now.
Morgan tosses me a towel to clean off, but that won’t fix how my briefs are now both shredded and soaked.
“Um…” I say, glancing at Morgan.
“Hm, tough shit.” All she has to do is pull her skirt down, and she’s ready to go.
“Where even is my suitcase?”
“Just skip the briefs.”
I pick up my jeans, surveying the damage. The button is nowhere to be seen. “Yeah, so, about that…”
“You need to get better clothes.”
“So you can destroy them too?!”
“Yes,” Morgan says with a mischievous flash in her eye.
Heat ripples through my chest, and I try to ignore it. “Well… what am I going to do?”
“You could just not wear pants.”
“Morgan!”
“Fine, fine.”
It turns out Morgan knew where my suitcase was the whole time, and she holds it open for me as I grab fresh briefs and jeans. I yank them on right as the pilot blinks the seatbelt sign in reminder.
“All the money in the world and you still have to buckle up during landing,” I quip, following Morgan back into the main cabin.
“It’s not like anyone’s going to kick us off,” Morgan says. “But Cassandra’s a stickler for safety, and that’s why I hired her.”
I stop short as I go to buckle my seatbelt, blink, then wince as I clasp the belt.
“What?” Morgan says.
“Well… I just, I shouldn’t be… but I was surprised your pilot’s a woman. For a second.”
Mogan surprises me by taking the seat next to me, picking my hand up, and running her fingertips down the back. “Don’t feel so bad. As much as we’re trying to change the system, we’re still in it. The unlearning takes time.”
I huff a laugh. “I expected more of a hardass answer from you. ‘No excuses.’”
“I almost didn’t hire Cassandra,” Morgan says thoughtfully.
“She had fewer flight hours, no recommendations. I wanted someone with a track record. But she was hungry. After I declined her application, she sent me back a… strongly worded letter about why I should reconsider, including a three-stage probation plan allowing me to back out of the contract if I wasn’t satisfied.
I hired her that day for double what she asked. ”
“Wow… I can’t even imagine… it didn’t bother you? Her… pushing back like that?”
“Not in the least. That’s how I knew she’d hold the line on flight plans, fueling. Last thing I needed was some man trying to kiss my ass.”
“What about one to eat your ass?”
“Oh,” Morgan purrs. “Are you into that?”
“I…” Shit, my cheeks are on fire. Where did that come from?! Morgan brings out this side of me I didn’t even know existed… I clear my throat, trying to pretend it didn’t happen. My eyes dart around for a distraction, and I lean towards the window, spying a ribbon of deep blue. “What’s that river?”
Morgan chuckles, but doesn’t tease me any further as she answers, and I settle in to the rhythm of her voice.
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Morgan pulls me into her lap in the car again, but at least this time my back is to her and I’m not going to embarrass myself again.
“I thought you cared about safety,” I say as Morgan nuzzles her cheek against my neck, even with the collar’s leather still between us.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She tightens her arms around my chest. “I’ve got you.”
It’s a promise and a threat, and my back arches.
“Careful,” Morgan warns. “Or I’m going to fuck you right here.”
I try to turn and throw an indignant expression at her. “You’re the one that keeps goading me on!”
“But it’s so easy to push your buttons,” she purrs, dragging her claws up my thigh.
I try not to shiver.
I fail.
“This better be a short ride,” I mutter.
“I’ll tell the driver to take a few extra laps,” she teases.
“You had better not.”
“What are you going to do? Cum about it?”
“Morgan,” I complain, my cock tightening in my jeans.
“Hmm, you can call me ‘Morgan’ if you say it like that…” Her fingers trail further up my thigh.
I need to distract myself with something, anything. “Why don’t you like that? When I call you Morgan?”
“‘Morgan’ is what my father calls me. ‘Morgan’ means I’m on the clock. Except when you say it like that.”
“But you told me to call you ‘Mor’ from the start…”
“Darling, it’s never been just business between us.”
My heartbeat pulses in my limbs. “But why would…”
Her fingers trail down my chest. “You have no idea just how lovely you are, do you?”
“Um… clearly not…”
Morgan nips my ear and traces her tongue down the collar, then bites just below the leather, teeth sliding down around my shoulder.
I shake, wriggling back against her.
The car slows.
“Lucky little thing,” Morgan purrs. “We’re here.”