Islept with my client.
No. I fucked Race True.
The memory of last night came back to me as I opened my eyes. The way she had called out my name, the sound of her moans, and the massive orgasm that had ripped through me made me smile.
Race True was more than I’d bargained for. I’d known the moment I saw her that I wanted her.
She stirred, pulling the comforter against her chest.
Sitting up, I watched her as soft snores fell from her lips.
There was so much about the woman I didn’t know. The one thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to know everything about her.
Last night wasn’t the end.
It couldn’t be.
I’d been with plenty of women in my life, but no one like her.
I’m so fucked.
I slept with my client.
If she woke up and regretted last night, she could have me fired. Thomas would probably murder me if he found out. Anxiety gripped me.
“Morning,” she whispered, stretching her arms.
“Morning, beautiful,” I replied, feeling instantly relieved.
“I slept like a rock.” She kicked the covers back, contorting her body like I’d never seen as she yawned.
“Me too,” I said.
Last night, I’d passed out cold, holding her body and twirling my fingers in her hair.
“Come here, Race,” I said as I patted my leg, wanting to touch her.
“You want me to suck your dick already?” she asked with wide eyes.
“If you’re offering.” I laughed. “I just want to talk.”
“Oh,” she mumbled before setting her head on my thigh.
I dug my fingers into her hair, stroking the yellow silk. “I want to talk about last night,” I said.
She rolled over and peered up at me. “What’s to talk about?”
“Are you okay?” I swallowed hard, stilling my hands in her hair. “I mean, are we okay?”
“Do you think I regret it? Or that I was too drunk to know what I was doing?”
I bit my lip and took a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“Morgan,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek against my thigh, “I don’t regret a minute of last night.”
“Phew,” I mumbled, starting to stroke her hair again, loving the way it fell through my fingertips. “Because it was fan-fucking-tastic.”
She giggled, nodding her head. “It was, and I told you I wasn’t drunk,” she said, relaxing against me.
