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“Oh, fuck, Morgan,” Eric groaned as pleasure tore through her body as she barely managed to hold back the three little words that would change everything.

CHAPTER32

“The glaring is starting to concern me,” the small woman that forgot to tell him something really fucking important muttered, only to wince, whimper, and then…

“I think I’m going to lay down now,” Morgan said, making his eyes narrow on the little brat as she blindly reached up, cupped his face in her hand, and shoved him away.

Still glaring, Eric moved back, biting back a groan when the move caused his cock to slide free of the tightest hold that he’d ever experienced and watched as Morgan took that as her cue to roll onto her side and curl up into the fetal position with a mumbled, “That’s better,” as he stood there, fucking sighing.

She really was a pain in the ass, Eric thought as he shot the small woman sniffling one last glare before he climbed off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, only to groan when he looked down and saw the evidence that she’d been a fucking virgin. Sighing heavily, he pulled the condom off and flushed it down the toilet before he washed his hands and set to work.

They were definitely going to have a talk, a long fucking talk, Eric decided as he grabbed the bag of Epsom salt and started a bath. After double-checking the temperature, he threw in several handfuls of salt in the tub and made his way back across the hallway to find Morgan hugging a pillow and sadly mumbling, “It was so big,” forcing him to cough to hide a smile that he knew that she wouldn’t appreciate at the moment.

So fucking adorable, Eric thought, sighing heavily, he reached over and-

“My poor vagina.”

-couldn’t but roll his eyes as he picked her up and made his way back to the bathroom, feeling like the biggest asshole in the world as she buried her face against his chest and sniffled sadly. He kissed the top of her head as he carefully stepped into the tub and settled her between his legs. That was followed by Morgan grumbling, shifting to get more comfortable, and then, sighing with relief as she dropped her head back against his chest and closed her eyes.

Kissing the top of her head, Eric wrapped his arms around her and held her, gently caressing her stomach as he tried to decide if he should be pissed or not, only to realize that he was curious more than anything. He’d assumed that she wasn’t a virgin and left it at that, mostly because he didn’t want to think about another man touching her, and now…

He couldn’t stop thinking about just how fucking good it felt to finally slide inside of her. He’d always known that sex would be so much better with Morgan, but he never thought that it could feel like this. It had been a long fucking time since he’d had sex, but he remembered enough to know that it never left him feeling like this.

Sex had always left him feeling…wrong.

There was no other way to describe it. Every time he’d kissed another woman, touched her, or convinced himself that sex would make him feel something more for her, he’d been left him feeling sick to his stomach until he couldn’t fucking handle it anymore. So, he’d stopped touching them, stopped reaching for their hands, and stopped trying, making excuse after excuse until finally, they’d realized the reason why.

When he’d met Amber, she was everything that Morgan wasn’t and was able to convince him that she wanted all of those things that he’d convinced himself that he would never have with Morgan, and he’d hoped that would be enough to help him move on. He would have given any-fucking thing to move on, to break this hold that she had on him, but now, he knew that he would never be able to move on and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Morgan was everything that he wanted and so much more. She was sweet, beyond fucking kind, and now, he knew just how fucking good she felt in his arms. God, the way that she’d moved beneath him and moaned his name when he’d touched her…

Had him deciding that it was probably a good idea if he stopped thinking about just how fucking good she felt when he felt himself getting hard. When he realized that Morgan had fallen asleep, he kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, unable to help but smile as he thought about just how fucking good she felt in his arms.

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She should definitely lethim sleep, Morgan thought with a heartfelt sigh as she lay there, squinting in Eric’s direction, watching him sleep for a moment before she ran her eyes over him, taking in smooth, golden, and somewhat blurry, tan skin covering all that muscle that she loved running her hands over before moving down to the sheet bunched around his hips and-

She wanted him again.

Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, Morgan reached over to wake him up, only to drop her hand away. She should let him sleep. Besides, she had enough to keep her busy between this house and all the projects waiting for her in Florida, Morgan reminded herself. Biting back a disappointed sigh, she reached down and grabbed her sketchbook off the floor along with her glasses and-

Once again found herself looking at Eric.

They only had a week left, Morgan reminded herself, slowly exhaling as she reached over and after a slight hesitation, she gently tapped Eric on the shoulder, earning a groan as he shifted in his sleep. When he didn’t open his eyes, Morgan whispered his name, gently tapped him on his shoulder again and-

Nothing.

Clearing her throat, Morgan couldn’t help but wonder if there was a better way to do this. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she considered him for a moment. When Eric still didn’t wake up, she reached over and gently nudged him, earning a groan, but this time, he rolled over onto his back.

Deciding to take that as progress, Morgan slowly exhaled as she ran her eyes over him, taking in everything from his mussed, messy black hair down to the outline of the large appendage through the soft sheet that felt incredible inside of her last night as the ache between her legs intensified.

She loved his body, always had, but she’d never had a chance to fully appreciate it before. Over the years, she’d stolen looks at him when he took off his shirt, but she’d never really allowed herself to enjoy the view, afraid that she’d give herself away if she did, but now…

For the next week, he was all hers, Morgan reminded herself, deciding that everything else could wait, the real world, her plans, the truth, everything, as she found herself leaning down and brushing her lips against his. Eric groaned as he reached up and cupped the back of her neck, softly moaning her name as she slowly ran her hand over his chest, down his stomach, over the sheet, and-

Tore a groan from him when she ran her hand over him, enjoying the feel of him hardening against her hand. They kept the kiss teasing as she ran her hand over him, gently squeezing him through the sheet, and god, he felt so good, Morgan thought, only to smile when she felt Eric push the sheet down. That was followed by a moan when the move caused her hand to brush along the underside of his cock.

The groan that followed had her deepening the kiss as his hand found hers and wrapped it around his cock before moving her hand over him, showing her what he liked. He felt so good in her hand, Morgan thought, loving the way that the large tip felt against her palm before she moved her hand back down him, noting that her fingertips didn’t touch and the way that he moaned whenever her fingertips brushed against the spot just beneath the tip.

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