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“Cancel them. I mean it. I expect the three of you over at seven o’clock.” He walked out.

“First dinner with him on Saturday and then family dinner on Sunday? Our whole weekend is fucked now,” Julian said. “I could care less who he’s dating.”

“I don’t care either, but you know when he summons us, we have to go.”

When I left the office, it was eight p.m. Morgan had left an hour earlier and said she was heading to the hotel. Julian was right. I never took no for an answer, at least where dinner was concerned. I’d called the hotel earlier and arranged private dining for us in her suite since she refused to have dinner with me in a restaurant.

When I arrived at the hotel, the restaurant had just finished preparing our dinner. Wheeling the cart into the elevator, I took it to the seventh floor and lightly knocked on her door.

“Room service.” I tried to disguise my voice.

The door opened. “I didn’t—Roman, what is going on?” She cocked her head.

“I’ll be in court all day tomorrow and need to discuss the case with you. Now, move out of the way.” I wheeled the cart inside. “Since you refused to have dinner with me at a restaurant, I figured I’d bring dinner to you.”

“I already ate.”

“Okay. Then you can watch me eat while we talk.” I smiled. “I’ll just set your plate on the table if you change your mind.”

“I won’t,” she said.

“You might.” I winked, walking over to the bar and pouring a scotch.

I lifted the lid from my plate and stared at the juicy, stacked burger with crisp-looking French fries that shared the same plate. Morgan walked over to the table, lifted her lid, and narrowed her eyes at me.

“It’s a great burger.” I took a bite.

She pulled out her chair and sat down.

“Did you find out anything?” I asked.

“Not really. I’ll go to the prison tomorrow and speak with him. He has no alibi, his girlfriend’s DNA was under his fingernails, and he had a motive for wanting her dead. I’m pretty sure he’s guilty, Roman.”

“Well, I don’t think that.”

I smiled when she picked up her burger and bit into it.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t. All the evidence points to him. Plus, he has a history of anger and violence.”

“I’m aware of his violent tendencies, but it doesn’t mean he’s a killer. I need you to find me something that proves that. Something was missed during the investigation. I can feel it. Good burger, right?”

“Yeah. It is. Thanks. But after you eat, you’re out of here.”

CHAPTER 9

Morgan

My moans and gasps filled the air, blending with the sound of his soft grunts and the rustling of the sheets beneath us. The electricity of his touch coursed through my body, igniting every nerve and awakening every sensation as he caressed me with his lips and teeth, sending me spiraling into a state of bliss unlike any other. I tried to kick him out, but he wouldn’t leave. Who was I kidding? Seeing him dressed in his designer suit all day and the scent of his cologne—an earthy mix of sandalwood and musk, was intoxicating and alluring, not to mention that my body hadn’t forgotten how good this man was in bed.

After he spent some time down south, giving me the orgasm of a lifetime, he grabbed a condom and slipped it on. Grabbing my legs, he rolled me on my stomach, sliding his tongue down my spine, his teeth grazing my ass before he slipped himself inside me. My fingers gripped the sheets in ecstasy with each controlled movement. Our moans heightened.

“You feel incredible,” he moaned.

I was on the verge of another orgasm—one that would definitely take me to another level of pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Oh, God.” The words fell from my lips repeatedly.

“The only way I’ll stop is after we both come.” His thrusting increased in speed.

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