Page 101 of Ella Gets the D
He throws up his hands. “Okay, fine. Get dressed.”
A plan I can get behind. “I’ll take the stairs and meet you in the alley.”
Julian laughs his toned ass off. It takes three tries for him to calm down and wipe the tears from his eyes. “I love you, El.”
I giggle and smack his arm. “I’m serious!” Great, now I’m laughing. “We have to be discreet.”
His brow quirks “Nowyou care about discretion, Dora the Exhibitionist? You begged me to bend you over the balcony this morning, but walking through the lobby together is too much?” He swings his legs over the bed and stands, his morning wood mirroring his arms stretched over his head. The piercing I rode and licked winks in the light on his way to the bathroom.
I move to grab my dress but stop at his warning. “Don’t even think about leaving the bed! I’m eating your pussy before we go.”
On second thought, Morgan will be just fine for another half hour.
Julian’s SUV rolls to a stop in front of Morgan’s driveway. His tongue sorcery turned into me riding him like I had to jumpstart a car. I regained my sexual appetite last night and will now keep a lifetime supply of Wheaties in my pantry—not that the man needs it. His recovery period is ridiculous.
He nods and scans the lawn. “Alright, Secret Agent Greene. How do you suggest we breach the perimeter?”
“With a key?” I hold up my keyring.
Julian deadpans, “You plan to walk through the front door when I had to scoop you out of a hotel alley?”
I wave him off and unbuckle my seat belt. It made sense at the time. “There are no bloggers here. Don’t act like you weren’t impressed.”
“Oh, yeah. You get a gold medal for hiding behind flower arrangements in the lobby and ducking behind dumpsters outside.” A deep chuckle rumbles through him. “Let me get the door for you, Carmen Sandiego.”
The house is quiet when we enter. “Morgan?”
“Mac?” The bass in Julian’s tone carriers up the stairs.
Nothing.
My brow wrinkles. Her car is out front. Where is she?
“Check upstairs,” Julian says. “I’ll go outside.” He leaves out the back, headed to who knows where.
I’m making coffee—for investigation purposes—when the white French door opens and slams in a rush. Julian’s natural shade is a rich chocolate brown, but right now it’s gray, and there’s sweat over his brow like he saw a ghost.
I stare at his flat gaze. “Did you find her?”
He blinks slowly and moves his eyes toward the direction he came. “Time to go.” He grabs my coffee, gulps half of it in one go, and ushers me to the front door.
“Hey—what…Stop!” I dig my heels in the hardwood floor. Morgan would have my head if she was here, but she’s not. “Did you find her or not?”
Julian nods, his eyes distant. I’ve never seen him so shook. In his suit and bow tie, it’s kind of adorable.
“Okay. Let me go say hi and give her the business for ignoring us.” She’s barged into my house one too many times. No way I’m not returning the favor.
I leave Julian standing in front of the main door. The coffee cup is still in his hand, and his terrified look is reflecting in the glass. I might have to drive him home.
My heels shuffle along the stone pavers through the backyard. For January, the day is unseasonably mild. Morgan isn’t near the outside kitchen or the playground. Muffled sounds from the shed weave into Miguel’s “All I Want Is You.” Is she working on a school craft?
That answer is live and in living color.
I cover my mouth and push down a gasp. Morgan is visible through the window panels next to the sliding door. Her hair and face are covered in a splatter of rainbow hues, which would be shocking if she wasn’t naked. Her legs intertwine with Joseph’s as they rock into each other in a seated position on thefloor. They share a kiss before he rolls her over and hammers inside her.
The walk around the house and to my car is as graceful as catching your best friend in a paint-by-orgasms session. Good for them. I’ll wait for her to bring it up once she’s ready. People are in my business enough as is, and I won’t return the favor.
My laugh bellows at Julian who’s still traumatized. At least he made progress moving from the house to the front porch. “Do I need to drive you home?”
