Page 65 of Cause of Action

“If you’re referring to that FBI agent, don’t, Morgan. He’s a dangerous man.”

“And the daughter of a murdered father is more dangerous.”

“I can’t keep paying for your hotel suite since the case is over. You’ll have to stay with me until you get things figured out.”

“You’re asking me to move in with you?” Her brow arched.

“No. I’m saying you can stay here until you get things figured out. There’s a difference. Besides, you have more perks here at my house.”

“Perks? Like?” A smirk crossed her lips.

“Sex with me.” I gripped her hips, leaning in and kissing her mouth. “All the sex you want while you’re here.”

“And if I don’t want sex?”

“I know you well enough by now to know you do.”

“Then I guess I can stay here until I decide to return to New York.”

“Good girl.” I kissed her forehead.

I was relieved she agreed to stay here where I could keep an eye on her. I didn’t like that she was hell-bent on going after that FBI agent, but if there was one thing I learned about Morgan Ashley, it was that she didn’t listen to anyone but herself. At least if she was here with me, I could keep her safe.

The sound of my alarm jolted me out of my sleep. Reaching over and shutting it off, I rolled on my side and stared at her peacefully sleeping. How the hell that alarm didn’t wake her up was beyond me. I lifted my finger and softly stroked her cheek. She was incredibly beautiful, and last night was amazing. There was no denying we had the best sexual chemistry.

Her returning to New York didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t want her to leave, and the thoughts that consumed my mind frightened me. I felt this overwhelming need to protect her and keep her safe. But the problem was she didn’t need protection. She wasn’t lying when she said she could protect herself.

“What are you doing?” She opened one eye.

“What are you doing?” I smirked.

“Trying to sleep.”

I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Go back to sleep. I have to get in the shower.”

I climbed out of bed, stumbled into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Taking off my pajama bottoms, I stepped inside and shut the door. As I washed my hair, I heard the shower door open. Rinsing the shampoo from my eyes, I opened them and smiled when I saw Morgan standing before me.

“Room for one more?” she asked.

“What do you think?” I grabbed her and pulled her into me. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“It was. But it’s a new day.” A beautiful smile crossed her lips.

Fuck. When it came to her, there was no resisting, whether I was running late or not.

After we had sex and I finished showering, I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist.

“Let’s go out for a nice dinner tonight,” I said.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

I opened the shower door and stuck my head in.

“I said, let’s go out for a nice dinner tonight. There’s a great restaurant called Four Kinds in Venice. Best food in the entire state.”

“Four Kinds? As in Detective Simon Kind?”

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