“You’re fishing,” she teases.
“Absolutely, I am.”
She smiles and presses her hand to my chest. “I like you. And him.” She dips her chin south.
I chuckle. “Glad to hear it.” I pull her close. “Because you sure as hell didn’t like me in college.”
She stiffens in my arms, and I figure this is the time to ask another question that’s been bugging me.
“Why was that?”
“Why was what?” she asks against my chest.
I loosen my hold on her and tip her chin up with my hand, bringing her eyes to mine.
They’re shuttered, and I don’t like it. But it doesn’t stop me from asking again.
“Why didn’t you like me in college?”
She sighs and opens her eyes. “Do we really need to go over the past?”
“No. But I would like to know.”
“Look…I guess…I just thought you were a bit of a man-whore. And I incorrectly thought that everything came easily to you. That you didn’t have to work for anything. I know different now.”
“I wish you’d known then.”
Her brows pull together. “Why?”
“Because then maybe we’d have been doing this for the last thirteen years.”
I brush my lips over hers, but she’s unresponsive. Another thing I don’t like.
“What’s wrong?”
She bites the inside of her cheek. “Just…don’t say things you don’t mean.”
It’s my turn to frown. “Who says I don’t mean it?”
“Me. Your endless stream of women in college.”
“Just because I slept with a lot of women in college doesn’t mean I would’ve done it if you and I had gotten together. I’m just saying that maybe things would’ve been different if you’d given me a chance.”
I see something flash through her eyes, but it’s gone before I can get ahold of it.
“Morgan?”
“What?”
“Is this our first fight?”
She lifts her eyes to mine. I see they’ve softened back to how I like them. Just like melted chocolate.
“I’m not fighting with you, Wilder.”
“Good.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “’Cause I’m not fighting with you either. Fucking? I’m all up for that. But not fighting.”
I pull her head into my chest and kiss her hair.
She yawns, her hot breath brushing over my skin.
“Tired?” I ask her.
“Mmhmm. A little.”
“You want to get in bed?”
“Soon,” she murmurs.
But we never do make it to my bed, as we fall asleep right here, on the sofa, in each other’s arms.
I wake up to the sound of my cell ringing.
We’re still on the sofa. Morgan is plastered to my chest, like an electric blanket, but surprisingly, I like it.
I like having her here, sleeping with me.
It’s something I was sure I would never want—until she came along, that is.
She stirs, groaning softly, as she comes around.
“Was that your phone?” she murmurs.
“Mmhmm.”
“What time is it?”
“No clue.” I rub the sleep from my eyes.
She pushes up from me and sits up, straddling my waist. The sheet that was covering us pools around her hips. Her hair is all mussed up from sleep. Her eyes lazily stare down at me.
She looks like a goddess.
My dick perks up and says, Hello, baby.
I’ve already got morning wood, but I’d be hard as a rock without it because that’s the effect she has on me.
And it has been far too long since I was last inside her.
I slide my hands around her waist and lift her back to sit on my cock. She’s hot and wet against my length. I bite back a moan.
Her eyes glitter with lust. She shifts her hips a touch, causing friction against my dick, and I see stars.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Do that again.”
“I will,” she says. “But, first, I really need to use the bathroom.”
“Aw, babe. You’re killing me here. Can’t you wait until we’re done?” I rotate my hips, grinding against her pretty pussy, hoping to entice her to stay.
“Nope. Not unless you’re into golden showers, that is.”
She quirks a brow, and it’s impossible not to laugh.
God, she’s so frigging awesome.
“Go.” I give her ass a pat. “And be quick.”
She hops off me, and I watch her walk out of the room.
I sit up and get my cell from the coffee table.
Jesus, it’s two in the afternoon. And the missed call is from my mom.
I was supposed to check in with her and Dad when I got back last night, but I forgot because I had other things on my mind—Morgan—and also on my cock—also Morgan.
I hit redial and put the phone to my ear.
“He’s alive!” my mom calls out in a teasing voice.
“Sorry, I meant to call.”
“Well, as long as you’re okay. I was just about to send your father round to your place to check on you.”
Good thing I called then; otherwise, my dad would have gotten one hell of an eyeful of his other CEO.
“I’m fine.”
“How was Thailand?”
“Great.”
“And Ananda?”
“Good.”
“Have I gone back in time about twenty years?”
“What?”
“You and the one-worded answers. It’s like having a conversation with preteen Wilder.”
“Funny.” I roll my eyes, like a preteen. “Sorry, I’m just tired.” I rub my eyes again.
“Are you jet-lagged?”
“Yeah.” And worn out from all the sex I’ve been having with Morgan. But we’ll leave that little nugget of info out of the conversation.
“Okay, darling. We’ll talk properly when we’re back in the office, but I just wanted to check that everything went well with Ananda.”
“Yeah, it went fine. Niran’s great, really easy to get along with, which will help when dealing with him going forward. The factory setup is perfect. They have definite room for expansion, too, if needed. And the material…it’s top-notch. You’re gonna be really happy with it.”
“And Morgan? How did she get on?”
Well, Mom, she got on and off quite a lot of times over the last few days.
But I’m pretty sure that’s not what you meant.
“She did great. Really great. Did you know that she speaks four foreign languages?”
My mom chuckles. “Of course I knew. I saw her résumé when we approached her to hire her.”
Duh. Course she did.
“Yeah, well, it was cool that she was able to converse with Niran and his wife in their own language. I think it really made a difference, you know.”
“Yeah. Anyway, I won’t keep you, honey. Go get some sleep, and I’ll talk to you on Monday.”
“Okay, Mom.”
I hang up and place my cell on the table.
“So, I did great, huh?”
I turn my head to the sound of Morgan’s voice.
She’s standing in the doorway that leads to the hallway, leaning against the frame. And she’s no longer naked. She’s wearing the T-shirt I gave her last night.
“You’re dressed.” I frown. “Didn’t we have a whole conversation about not wearing clothes?”
Her eyebrow lifts, and I know she’s waiting for an answer to her question.
“Yes, you did great work with Ananda, but you already knew that. Now, take the fucking T-shirt off,” I command.
She pushes off the doorframe and yanks the T-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor.
“Better?” she says with sass.
God, she’s fucking sexy. I am the luckiest bastard ever.
“Much.” I swing my legs up onto the sofa and recline back. I take my cock in m
y hand and give him a firm upstroke.
Her eyes ignite like a match has just been struck behind them. “So, where were we before I went to the bathroom?” Her voice sounds husky with sex.
I tip my cock in her direction. “You were about to climb up on here and give me the ride of my life.”
She lifts her hand, revealing a condom in it. “Well then, we’d better saddle you up, cowboy.”
She rips open the condom with her teeth and saunters over to me with a hot promise in her eyes. And I can’t fucking wait to take her up on it.
Morgan is lying on top of me, still catching her breath. And just here, under her, I’m basking in the afterglow of my latest orgasm, tracing lazy patterns on her back.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I feel euphoric. Like I’m hopped up on drugs.
I remember this time when I was at Columbia, and Coop and Dom came to visit. Coop hooked up with this chick who turned out to be big into her drugs. Anyway, she took us to this party, and she gave us each an ecstasy pill—which, of course, was a very wrong thing to do.
Don’t do drugs, kids! Stay in school!
Anyway, I’d never done ecstasy before. I’d smoked weed and snorted coke a couple of times, but I’d never popped pills. But I thought, Fuck it, so I swallowed it down. At first, nothing happened, and then, all of a sudden, it was like everything changed. Everything became clearer and brighter. Like the whole world was in Technicolor.
I loved everything and everyone. I’m pretty sure I even told a homeless guy that I loved him and that he should come stay with me in my dorm after we left the club.
Basically, I was as high as a kite.
But, for that brief time, I felt fucking awesome.
And that’s how I feel right now, here with Morgan. Only this time, I don’t need to take drugs to reach that high.
All I need is her.
I know some of the way I’m feeling right now probably has to do with all the oxytocin and endorphins constantly flooding my system at the moment. But I also know that it is because of Morgan.
She’s perfect.
Honestly, everything she does is awesome.
She could fart, and I swear, I’d smell roses.
And you know what? I’m not even scared of the effect she’s having on me.
It’s in fact the total opposite.
I frigging love the effect she has on me.
Seriously, who knew another person could make you feel this way? Like I’m a king who’s permanently high on ecstasy.
I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all these years.
“You okay under there?” Morgan mumbles against my chest. “I’m not squashing you, am I?”
Laughter rumbles in my chest. “You weigh about a buck twenty, babe. I bench-press twice that at the gym. So, no, you’re not squashing me.”
She peels herself off my chest and sits up.
I can see her eyes carefully assessing me as she starts to chew on the inside of her cheek. “Wilder, I weigh one thirty-five on a good day. Is that gonna be a problem?”
My brows shove together in confusion. “No. But I’m interested to know why you think it would be.”
She shrugs, her eyes moving from me to stare out the window.
I sit up and take her chin in my hand. I tug her face back around to mine.
“What’s going on, babe?”
“Nothing.”
She says nothing, but there’s clearly something. Aside from the fact that she’s practically gnawing off the inside of her cheek, she can barely look at me.
Does she have body issues?
I wouldn’t have thought so. She hasn’t tried to hide herself from me. But I definitely know something is bothering her.
“Babe, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Your body is off the charts.” I let my eyes roam down her, taking her in, and my dick starts to harden in response. I grab her hand and put it against my cock. “You feel that? I came about ten minutes ago, and I’m hard as stone already. That is all you.”
Her eyes dip to my cock. Then, she lifts them back to me.
She exhales a slow breath, and then she leans in and kisses me.
I sink my hand into her hair, fisting it as I deepen the kiss, taking control.
I drag my mouth down her neck. “I can’t get enough of you,” I say against her soft skin. “It’s never been this way for me before.”
“Me either,” she whispers.
I lift my mouth back to hers, and our lips crash together.
This kiss isn’t about sex even though I could definitely go again.
It’s about something more. Something deeper.
She kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my eyelid, my forehead, peppering me with kisses.
Then, her stomach rumbles loudly, breaking the moment.
“Shit, sorry.” She laughs, pressing her hand to it.
“You hungry?” I chuckle.
“I guess I am.”
“Let’s feed you then. What are you in the mood for? We’ll order in.”
She cocks a brow at me. “Don’t you ever cook?”
“Not unless I have to.”
“And when have you ever had to?”
I think this over, tapping my finger to my lips. “Um…the 2011 blizzard. No one was delivering.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Come on, let’s cook something. It’ll be fun.” She climbs off me and goes to retrieve my T-shirt off the floor before pulling it on.
I frown. “I can think of more fun things to do.”
Her hands go to her hips. “Such as?”
“Order in.”
“Stop being a lazy ass. Come on,” she coaxes.
Sighing, I get to my feet. Guess I’m gonna need clothes as well if she’s making me cook. I look around for my pajama pants, but I can’t see them.
“I’m just gonna grab some pants. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I slap her ass as I pass her, making her squeal.
Smiling all the way to my bedroom, I grab some clean pants and then dip into the bathroom to give my teeth a quick brush.
When I get to the kitchen, she’s sitting on the counter with a glass of water, waiting for me.
I go over to her, positioning myself between her legs. I take the glass from her and have a drink before handing it back to her.
“So, what are we making?” I ask her.
She puts the glass down. “How do you feel about waffles?”
“It’s the food of gods.”
She smiles. “Well, I was thinking I could make us banana waffles with Nutella if you have any. I make the best banana waffles known to man.”
“Marry me,” I say.
She laughs.
But I’m only half-kidding.
She makes waffles and fucks like a porn star.
She’s frigging perfect.
She presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. Then, she hops down off the counter, and we get to work.
Morgan’s just mixing up the waffle batter when my phone chimes a text.
It’s Coop in our group chat.
Coop: What’s the plan for tonight? We doing the usual?
Shit. It’s Saturday. Boys’ night. I didn’t even think about it.
“Everything all right?” Morgan asks.
I realize I’ve been staring at my phone for a while.
“Yeah, fine. It’s just Coop.”
I look back at my phone and tap out a reply.
Me: I can’t make it tonight. Sorry, guys. Next week for sure.
He replies a few seconds later.
Coop: You’d better be either dying or getting your cock serviced by a porn star if you’re ducking out on tonight.
I chuckle to myself and glance over at Morgan, who’s pouring the batter onto the waffle maker.
Me: No, to the first. And, yes, to the second but not by a porn star.
By someone way, way better than a porn star.
Coop: You’re off the hook. You can tell me all the deets at
brunch tomorrow.
I hesitate. I don’t want to flake out on my boys twice in a row. But I’ve got Morgan here. If I go to brunch, she’ll leave, and I don’t know when she’ll come back.
“You’re awfully quiet over there. Are you just pretending to text to get out of cooking?”
I lift my eyes to her smiling ones.
“Me? Never. No, I’m just texting Coop about tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“I, um…I always have brunch with him and Dom on Sunday.”
“Okay. Cool. I can head off first thing.”
“Or you can come with me.”
Her eyes flash with surprise. Honestly, I surprised myself by saying it. But I don’t want to take it back either. I want her to come with me.
“I don’t want to intrude.”
Putting my phone down, I walk over to her. The smell of waffles fills my nose.
“You wouldn’t be intruding. You know Coop and Dom. And it’d be good for you all to catch up. It’s been a while.”
She’s staring up at me, chewing on the inside of her cheek, indecision in her eyes. “Okay. But only if it’s okay with them.”
I kiss her forehead. “It will be.”
I retrieve my phone from the counter. There’s a message from Dom now that makes me laugh.
Dom: I’m still on for tonight. Unlike Cross, who’s ditching us for pussy.
Me: Jealous much? And it’s funny how you’ve forgotten that time when you ditched us two weeks in a row because you were too busy banging that dental hygienist from Springfield.
Coop: He’s got you there, Dom.
Dom replies with the middle finger emoji.
I snigger and then tap out a reply.
Me: I’ll see you both at brunch tomorrow. And I’m bringing a friend.
Coop: Is it the current cock servicer by any chance?
Me: Maybe.
Coop: And does this cock servicer go by the name of Morgan by any chance?
My eyes scan the kitchen, like I expect Coop to jump out at any second.
Me: Maybe.
Coop: Ha! I fucking knew it. Dom, you owe me ten Gs.
Me: Um, what?
Dom: Ah, for fuck’s sake. You could’ve kept it zipped, Wilder. You just cost me ten grand.
Me: Does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?
Coop: I bet Dom ten Gs that you’d nail Morgan in Thailand. He said you wouldn’t. Thus, he loses.