Page 62 of Pretend

“Are you going to tell me what you’re working on or are you going to continue tormenting me?” Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes on him as she pushed her glasses back up her nose.

“Continue tormenting you,” Eric said, shrugging it off as he headed back inside with a heartfelt sigh, mostly to piss her off, so he wasn’t exactly surprised when she raced up the porch, turned around and-

“What are you doing?” Eric asked when the small woman threw herself on his back.

“This is for your own good,” the small woman that was…

Well, he wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing at the moment. Besides being incredibly fucking adorable, Eric amended a moment later when she actually said, “Say uncle!” as she tightened her hold around him and-

“I forgive you!”

-made him chuckle when he reached back and pulled the squirming woman off his back and into his arms.

“That’s very kind of you,” Eric murmured as Morgan gave up her attack and settled for clinging to him as he made his way inside.

“I know,” Morgan mumbled against his neck as he made his way over to the kitchen table and sat down, careful of the adorable woman clinging to him. They had three days left and he had a lot of fucking work to do if he was going to pull this off.

He just…

Couldn’t fucking stop smiling.

He was exhausted, sore, and happier than he’d ever been in his life and it was all because of the small woman that dropped down on his lap a few hours ago and demanded that he service her. She was so fucking bossy, Eric thought as he kissed her forehead.

For the past few days, he’d taken his time exploring her body, touching, kissing, and licking her body, discovering what made her moan, whimper, and scream, but he loved the way that she gasped when he slid inside of her the most. He’d quickly realized that was her favorite part, so he made sure that he took his time doing it and made sure that he found a reason to pull out of her just so that he could slide back inside her, knowing how much she liked it.

Then again, there wasn’t much about sex that Morgan didn’t like. She was so fucking eager and willing. She loved learning what he liked, loved trying out new positions, and couldn’t seem to get enough. Then again, neither could he, Eric thought, savoring the feel of the small woman in his arms and-

He wasn’t ready for this to end. The last few days had been fucking amazing. They made love every chance they got, talked late into the night, and he woke up every morning with Morgan in his arms and for the past two days, he’d banned the incredibly cranky woman from the second floor so that he could make this absolutely fucking perfect.

“Are you going to let me look at your sketches?” Eric asked as Morgan shifted to get more comfortable on his lap.

“Are you going to tell me why you felt the need to ban me from the second floor?” Morgan countered as she shifted back so that she could do her best to intimidate him.

“Not a chance in hell,” Eric said, watching as her eyes narrowed on him as she debated her next move, only to sigh, grumble, and blindly reach back and grab a sketchbook off the kitchen table and handed it to him.

“I hate surprises,” Morgan mumbled sadly as she dropped against him with a heartfelt sigh.

“Would it make you feel better if I promised that you’re going to like this surprise?” Eric asked, turning his head so that he could kiss the top of her head and nearly fucking groaned when he caught the scent of her strawberries and cream shampoo.

“No, it would not,” Morgan grumbled against his neck as he reached around her so that he could open the sketchbook, only to end up frowning as he tried to make sense out of what he was seeing.

“I think you gave me the wrong sketchbook, baby girl,” Eric murmured absently as he turned the page and found himself looking at a beautiful Spanish mansion.

Grumbling, Morgan blindly reached back, grabbed the sketchpad out of his hand and placed it on the table before grabbing another sketchpad and shoved it in his hand. That was followed up with a heartfelt sigh as she buried her face back against his neck.

“What was that?” Eric asked as his gaze flickered back to the sketchpad that he wouldn’t mind taking a look at, curious to see what Morgan was working on.

“I’m helping with a remodel,” Morgan mumbled.

“Where?” Eric asked as he opened the sketchpad and flipped through it until he found what he was looking for.

“Florida.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Eric asked, wrapping his arm around her and kissed the top of her head as he took in the sketch of the master bathroom.

“You’ve had your hands full,” she pointed out after a slight hesitation, making him curious about something.

“Was Amber the reason why you were working so fucking hard over the past year?” Eric asked, noting the way that she went still in his arms.

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