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“Well, yes. Sex and work. The two best things life has to offer.” I smiled. “Come on. I promised you a tour of the house.” I extended my hand, and she quickly slapped it away. I chuckled.

CHAPTER 12

Morgan

His house was beautiful. Beige walls, tasteful furniture, expensive art, and marble floors made up the three thousand five hundred square foot home.

“This is where the magic happens.” A smirk crossed his lips when we entered his bedroom.

“The magic?” My brow arched.

He gripped my hips and leaned in close to my ear.

“I think a lot of magic can happen here tonight.” The warmth of his breath swept over my neck.

“I didn’t come here for sex, Roman.”

“Perhaps you didn’t. But I know how I make your body feel.” His teeth nipped my earlobe. “I can feel your trembling skin beneath my fingers whenever I touch you. I feel the heat of your body on my tongue as it slides down your torso.”

My lips slightly parted as a breath escaped me. He was right. My skin did tremble from his touch. The information I found could have waited, but I came to his home anyway—subconsciously knowing that I’d sleep with him. It was being back here in Los Angeles: the trauma, the memories. I wasn’tonly here to do a job for Roman. I was on a mission—a mission I’d prepared the last fourteen years for.

I pushed him down on the bed and removed my shirt. He lay there, propped up on his elbows, staring at me with fire in his eyes. After kicking off my shoes, I unbuttoned my pants and shimmied out of them. A gasp escaped his lips as his eyes never left my body. Grabbing his shirt, I pulled him so he was sitting up. Getting down on my knees, I undid his pants and wrapped my mouth around his hard cock. His sexy moans heightened my arousal while his hands fisted my hair.

“Fuck, Morgan,” he moaned, taking in the pleasure. “As much as I love this, you need to stop because I’m about to come, and I don’t want to yet.”

I removed my mouth from him and stared into his sexy blue eyes. He brought his hand to my face and softly stroked it with his thumb, sending shivers down my spine. Reaching around the back, he unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side, taking my breasts in his mouth. His hands roamed down my body and gripped my ass.

“Stand up and bend over the bed,” he said.

I did as he asked. After slipping on a condom, he gripped me from behind and thrust inside.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.

“Yes,” I breathlessly spoke, forgetting about everything else in my life, except that I was standing on a cliff, ready to jump off into oblivion.

“I can feel your body getting ready to explode. God, you feel amazing.”

My body shook with desire as a howling noise erupted from my lungs. I’d jumped into the oblivion, and damn, did it feel superior.

“Yes.” His thrusting increased. Suddenly, he halted, moaning at the pleasure of his orgasm.

He pulled out of me, removed the condom, and went into the bathroom. Grabbing my panties from the floor, I slipped into them.

“You’re not leaving,” his commanding voice spoke.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s late. Stay the night, and let’s get to know each other better.”

The thing was, I didn’t want him to get to know me. He was right when he said I was a ghost. But he wouldn’t let up unless I gave him some information. I wouldn’t give him enough to really know who I was.

“Let’s go for a swim.” I smiled. “No suits needed.”

The corners of his mouth lifted as he held my gaze. “I’ll get the towels.”

He handed me a large white fluffy towel to wrap around myself as we went downstairs and to the patio. Dropping the towel, I dove in and went all the way under. When I came up, he stood in the pool, staring at me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

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