Page 53 of Pretend

“You’ve thought about barely surviving a kitten attack?” Morgan asked with a teasing smile as she reached for the facecloth, letting him know just how fucking nervous she was.

“I barely survived that vicious kitten attack,” Eric pointed out as he leaned back and laid his arms along the sides of the tub, terrified of doing something that would scare her off.

“They’ll write an epic poem about this one day,” Morgan assured him as she grabbed the soap and took her time lathering the facecloth.

“As they should,” Eric said, watching her as she reluctantly placed the soap down and-

Tore a soft groan from him when she started running that facecloth over him again.

“That good?” Morgan asked, throwing him a questioning look before her gaze focused back on what she was doing.

“Better than good,” he promised her.

Nodding absently, Morgan focused on what she was doing, watching as her hand moved over his chest, his shoulders, and down his arms before that cloth found its way back to his chest again and-

“You stole my cookie,” Morgan said, looking lost in thought.

“You knew better than to leave them unattended for longer than five seconds,” Eric reminded her, wondering why they were talking about something that she really should be used to by now.

“I wasn’t talking about today,” Morgan said, pausing to grab the soap again.

“Then, what are you talking about?” Eric asked, watching her as she finished lathering the facecloth again.

“The first day I met you,” Morgan said, placing the soap down and went back to running it over his chest. “You stole my cookie.”

“Yes, I did,” he murmured, watching her as she once again focused on what she was doing. “It was an oatmeal raisin cookie.”

“And you plucked it out of my hand and finished it off in one bite,” Morgan said with a fond smile that had him swallowing hard.

“Yes, I did,” Eric said softly.

“That’s when,” Morgan murmured absently as she ran the facecloth down his stomach.

“When, what?” Eric asked, groaning when the facecloth teased his cock.

“When I knew that I adored you,” Morgan said as her hand made its way down his stomach and-

“Fuck,” Eric said on a groan as his head dropped back when he felt the facecloth slide over his cock. The movement was slow and awkward, but he’d never felt anything better in his life.

Slowly exhaling, Eric tightened his grip around the tub as he sat there, staring up at the ceiling as he struggled not to embarrass himself. “Is that why you kicked me in the shin?”

“Well, you stole my chocolate milk, too,” Morgan said, sounding distracted as he felt that facecloth explore his cock.

“Yes, I did,” Eric said as he felt her hand wrap around his cock through the facecloth, and after a slight hesitation, she moved her hand over him and he-

Lost his fucking mind.

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“Eric?”Morgan said, frowning as she watched him pull her hand away from him and-

“Turn around,” he whispered, already moving to help her.

Slowly exhaling, Morgan carefully climbed off his lap and turned around, only to moan when he pulled her back down so that this time, she was sitting on his lap. As soon as her back touched his chest, he was reaching for her panties, tearing them off and-

“Oh, god…” Morgan moaned as her head dropped back against his shoulder when his hand started moving between her legs.

“Spread your legs and place them over the sides, baby girl,” Eric whispered in her ear.

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