Page 80 of Shelter for Morgan

Morgan Rafferty…

No, Morgana, his temptress and lover, got up on her knees and took him deep into her mouth as her eyes smiled at him.

Oh, she was going to take that challenge…

All he could do was try to survive it.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MORGAN

Everything was going great at school. Same with home.

And heaven help her, she was becoming a part of the first female friend group that she’d ever had. Just the night before when they’d gone out to a local bar for some dancing and fun, Morgan and Kylie had spent some timetalking. Well, it was more yelling at each other with the noise from the music and conversations, but as a teacher with a few years of experience, Kylie was a great resource about how to fit into the school faculty.

When they got home that night, she’d curled up beside Palmer in his bed and she’d broached the subject about her basically unused bedroom. It didn’t go as badly as she thought it might.

No sooner had she broached the subject of it when Palmer rolled her under him and kissed her. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to ask you without sounding like I was being pushy.”

She’d slid her hands down his back and grabbed a hold of his amazing ass and drew him closer to her. “There are ways I like it when you’re pushy…”

There was no more discussion after that.

She smiled as she remembered how late they’d stayed up with Palmer finding different ways to push.

Yawning, she reached for the coffee pot and started to pour before she heard someone clearing their throat.

Joan leaned up against the counter. “Tired?”

“Mmm hmm.” Morgan kept pouring, half wondering when her coffee cup would fill. “Late night.”

“Oh?” Joan grinned as she lifted her coffee cup to her mouth. “Was your hottie dragging his backside out the door this morning too?”

Morgan heard the smile in her voice and couldn’t help but smile a bit herself, too. “Yes… He was up late celebrating with me.”

“Oh?” Joan’s smile faltered a little. “Spill. You know my life is boring. I need as close to details as I can get.”

Morgan’s cheeks burned with the memories that were simmering just under the surface.

“But before you do, sweetie, maybe you should let me refill that coffee pot.”

Frowning, Morgan looked at her friend and saw that Joan was pointing at the carafe she had in her hand.

Morgan lifted it up and saw that it was empty and given how dry the coffee was at the bottom of the carafe it had been empty for quite some time.

She groaned out loud and Joanlaughed softly, taking the coffee pot out of her hand.

Morgan followed her to the sink and watched as she washed out the glass and filled it with water to transfer to the coffee machine.

“I finally asked Palmer if I should just move my things into the master bedroom. I only go into the other room to get my clothes now.”

Joan gave her a big beaming smile. “I take it that he was all for sharing with you?”

“Oh, yeah.” Morgan’s dreamy sigh felt as good as it sounded mixed with Joan’s soft laughter.

“Hence the late night… activities?”

Morgan leaned her hip against the cabinet as she tore open a coffee pouch and poured it into the new filter that Joanhad added into the machine. “I keep waiting for there to be a strain or an uncomfortable moment between us. I’m sure there’s one just around the corner.”

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