Page 99 of Living for Truth
“Yeah? My fiancée’s feeling a little hot and bothered?” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Is your pussy needy for me?”
I can’t help the whimper that escapes my throat.Yes.Yes, I am needy for him.
I nod my head in response worried what might come out of my mouth if I speak.
Morgan gives me a rakish smirk. “You’re off the clock in ten minutes. Then I’ll take you home.”
“What about my car?”
“I’ll bring you back tomorrow to grab your car, don’t you worry about it, Butterfly.”
Morgan takes a seat in the lobby of the library, and I head back to my office, wishing time would go just a little bit faster.
Janine and Sage are waiting for me when I get back and insist I tell them the details of what happened, even though I’m pretty sure they were watching the whole thing go down. Sage offers, again, to slash his tires, and Janine says she knows a witch who can put a spell on him to make him impotent.
As tempting as those offers are, my brain is solely on the man waiting to take me home and ravish me, so I decline and ask Janine to leave a few minutes early. She agrees, so I clock out, gather my stuff, and rush out to my future husband.
“Janine let me leave early, let’s go.” I grab his hand, pulling him out the door and to the car.
“Someone’s eager to get home,” Morgan teases. We make it to the car, and I wait for him to unlock it, but instead he cages my body between his and the car, framing my jaw with his big hands.
God, I love his hands.
“What if I planned to take you out on a date, Butterfly? Wine and dine you then take you home and make love to you slow and sweet.”
“I need you now,” I whine.
“Get in the car, Hannah. We’re going out on a date.” He steps back and unlocks the car, opening my door for me as I pout. I get in and buckle.
Morgan rounds the car and gets in, then starts pulling out of the parking lot.
“Show me.”
I turn and look at him, confused. “What?”
“Show me how needy you are for me, Butterfly. Spread your legs, and show me if your pussy is wet.”
“But you’re driving,” I protest, even as I inch my dress up my thighs.
Morgan thinks about that for a second, then turns off of the main road and down a street that leads to—of all things—a Mormon church building. He pulls into the empty parking lot, and I’m grateful this area is surrounded by trees. “I would never risk you or our girls’safety, but I can’t wait long enough to take you home and lay you out properly. You’ll have to get off on my fingers now, then I’ll fuck you properly later.”
Fuck me, this man is all sorts of hot. How did I end up with such a sweet, gentle man who talks so fucking dirty?
I scoot my chair back as far as it can go and prop one leg up on the dashboard, hiking my dress up further to show him my underwear with a tiny wet spot on it. It’s not easy with my big belly, but I’m determined to make it work.
“Mmm. That’s my girl. Move your panties over.” He slides a hand up my bare thigh, his fingers toying with the edge of my panties.
I slide them to the side, and he swears under his breath. His fingers trace the seam of my sex, gathering the bit of wetness there and dragging his fingers back up to my clit.
“What made you so wet, Butterfly?”
“Seeing you be all protective. But I’ve been horny all day thinking about how good you make me feel.” I gasp as one thick finger slowly circles my clit.
“You like that I’ll take care of you? You like me claiming you as mine?”
“Yes!” I moan when he increases the pressure.
“Good. Because you aremine,Hannah. I’ll never let anything happen to you. Spread your legs a little further for me, Butterfly.”
