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The second had her grabbing onto his shoulders with trembling hands and the third…the third roll of his hips had her licking her lips when the move had her spreading her legs for more, hoping that he would do it again.

CHAPTER26

“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve imagined doing this,” Eric whispered, so fucking close to losing his mind as he continued moving, rolling his hips against her as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of his cock pressed against her.

He’d never thought that anything could feel this good.

“How many times?” came the softly moaned question that had his lips twitching even as a groan was torn from him.

“Do you really want to know?” Eric asked as he brushed his lips against hers one last time before he broke off the kiss so that he could watch her as he moved.

“That depends if you can answer while you keep doing that,” Morgan whispered, licking her lips only to moan when he shifted his hips back so that the next time that he moved against her, the tip of his cock pressed against the panty-covered slit that was driving him out of his fucking mind.

“I think I can manage,” Eric promised her, leaning back down to brush his lips against hers as he reached down and unsnapped the opening in his boxers. He wrapped his hand around his cock as he deepened the kiss, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss as he pulled himself out of his boxers and couldn’t resist slowly stroking his cock as he settled back against her.

Breaking off the kiss, Eric watched Morgan lick her lips on a moan. “Should I tell you about the first time that you made me hard?”

When she could only moan, Eric said, “Or maybe I should tell you how many times I’ve woken up with my hand wrapped around my cock, moaning your name and imagining just how good it would feel to slide inside of you and-”

“Oh, God…” came the softly moaned words as he ground his cock against her.

“I think about you all the time,” Eric told her as he kept moving, licking his lips hungrily as his cock slid against her damp panties.

Groaning, he reached down and cupped the back of her thigh and-

“I think about you, too.”

-forgot how to breathe.

“What did you just say?” Eric asked hollowly as he went still.

Reaching up to cup his face in her hands, Morgan watched him for a moment before she leaned up and brushed her lips against his as she admitted, “I think about you, too.”

“God, you’re fucking killing me, baby girl,” Eric said, praying that this wasn’t a dream because he honestly didn’t think he’d survive finding out that none of this was real.

He needed-

“What was that?” Morgan asked, suddenly going still beneath him as he lay there praying that this wasn’t fucking happening.

Not now.

When he opened his mouth to tell her that it was nothing, he heard it again, the sound of someone stupid enough to try to break into the house, guaranteeing that this was over. That was confirmed seconds later when Morgan shoved him aside, scrambled to grab her glasses and raced for the door, leaving him to stumble and curse as he shoved his poor cock back in his boxers, fumbled with the button and moved his ass, knowing how this would end if he didn’t stop her before it was too late.

God, he still had nightmares from the Nicholson job.

He made it back to the bedroom they were supposed to be crashing in just as Morgan finished pulling on her sneakers with a panicked, “Hurry!” before she was racing for the door. She really was going to be the death of him, Eric thought, sighing heavily as he quickly pulled on his jeans and boots and went after her. He was definitely going to spank her ass, Eric decided as he quickly made his way downstairs and somehow managed to catch Morgan before she could race out the door and take matters into her own hands.

“Stay inside, baby girl,” Eric said quietly, pressing a kiss against the top of her head as he set the squirming woman down on her feet. When she opened her mouth to argue, he bit back a sigh as he leaned down and kissed her forehead with a mumbled, “Stay here,” hoping beyond hope that she actually listened to him this time.

Before she could argue, and he knew that she really wanted to fucking argue with him, Eric plucked the truck keys from her hand and headed outside, cursing when he saw that the floodlights weren’t working and made his way to his truck as he searched the dimly lit yard for any sign of whoever was dumb enough to try to break into the house while they were there. He was going to add new locks in the morning since the last thing they needed right now was for someone to steal their equipment. They-

“Do you think there’s more than one?” came the question that had him biting back a sigh.

“Go back inside,” Eric said as he grabbed his flashlight from the truck and-

Felt his lips twitch when Morgan mumbled, “I’m ready,” with a firm nod as she reached past him and grabbed a hammer.

“I feel safer now,” Eric drawled, only to turn his head to hide his smile when she said, “I know.”

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