Page 67 of Decoding Morse

“You’re playing with fire, Angel. It’s taking everything in me not to attack you right now and wear your bratty ass out.”

“Sounds like a happy-ending upgrade. Sign me up.”

This woman was going to kill me.

“We really need to talk first.”

“Later.” She reached into the opening of my towel and found my cock, giving my shaft a squeeze that annihilated the last of my restraint.

I moaned, which only seemed to encourage her because she turned on her side to face me and led me by my cock to her face. The swell of her tits and the dip of her waist fucking called to me, begging me to touch and explore. Everything felt too good to be true. Any minute now, she’d come to her senses and change her mind. Or I’d wake up alone in bed to discover she’d hijacked my subconscious once again, and this was just another wet dream.

Soft fingers ran over my slit. A shudder went up my spine as she replaced the digits with her tongue, swirling and licking. I should have pulled away, but the sight of her playing with my cock stole my breath away. Then the wet heat of her mouth enveloped me, and I almost blacked out.

This was as close as I’d ever get to heaven.

My eyes rolled back in my head as she did her damnedest to suck my soul from my body. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took me to a different plane, an alternative reality where nothing but pleasure mattered. I hit the back of her throat, encouraged by the way she enthusiastically gagged on my cock and took me deeper, wrapping a hand around the base of my shaft. Pressure built low in my spine, and the edges of my vision darkened, forcing me to pull out before it was too late.

“Why’d you stop me?” Her tone dripped with disappointment, making me want to slam my cock back into her mouth and give her what she wanted.

But I’d wanted her for far too long to go out like that. “You first. Always. When I finally come, I plan to be balls deep in your pussy, swollen and dripping with all the pleasure I’ve wrung out of you.”

She let out a needy whimper. I gently nudged her onto her back. Blood thrumming with anticipation, I drank in the sight,trying to decide which perfect body part to defile first. Starting with her lips, I kissed, sucked, nibbled, and teased my way down her neck, over her breasts, and across her belly. By the time I reached the juncture of her thighs, she was trembling and whimpering my name like a prayer, her folds slick with desire I had to taste. I ran my tongue over her slit, lapping her up. Fisting the blankets, she emitted the sexiest gasp I’d ever heard. The sound caressed my cock, making it throb and leak. I would have given up Smokey to be inside her at that moment, but I’d made a promise I intended to keep. Burying my face between her thighs, I fucking feasted, taking her over the edge again and again until she tugged me up her body and begged me for mercy.

“Please. Morse. I want you.”

I’d been a fool to think I could resist her. She wanted this—wanted me—and I’d damn well give her anything she wanted. I threw my leg over the side of the bed to stand, but she stopped me.

“What are you doing?”

The concern in her voice made me wonder if she thought I was leaving. “Condom.”

She shook her head. “My tubes are tied, and I’m clean.”

Had she really just offered to let me ride her bareback? A better man would decline, but a better man wouldn’t find himself in this situation to begin with. I’d fallen this far. Might as well enjoy the perks.

“I always wrap up, and I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”

“Please,” she repeated. “I need you, and I want nothing between us.”

That settled it. I took her lips as I lined myself up at her entrance, bathing my cock in her honey before slowly pressing in. And holy shit. The reality blew every one of my many fantasies out of the water. Nothing in my life had ever felt asperfect as my tongue dancing with hers as her cunt tried to strangle the life out of my cock. A saxophone crooned from my phone. She moaned my name. The moment was flawless.

Shewas flawless.

My angel.

“Harder,” she breathed against my neck.

Unable to hold back any longer, I unleashed and pounded into her until we both unraveled. Afterward, I cradled her in my arms and buried my nose in her still-wet hair.

Amelia was mine now, and I was damn well going to keep her.

20

Amelia

IAWOKE TO voices.

Opening my eyes, I found myself in my childhood bedroom. In the bed where Morse had given me multiple orgasms last night. The delicious soreness between my legs encouraged me to roll over, searching for the man, thinking I should probably thank him. The room was dark, but enough sunlight fought against the shades to show me his side was empty. Or maybe it was the hallway light streaming in around the cracked open door.

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