Back home, in my bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her moans and how she had sucked my neck. Would she suck it like that when I had her on my lap thrusting into her? My cock was hard and throbbing. I slid my hand down my body fantasising that it was her hand and gripped my cock. I pumped it hard and fast, my mind going over and over her moans, the way my name had sounded on her lips, her lips on my neck. I threw back the covers just as steams of hot cum hit my stomach.
“Andie.” I breathed out, not wanting anyone else in the house to hear me.
CHAPTER 10
ANDIE
I lay in bed the next morning thinking about Morgan. I tried not to. The previous night when I’d got home, I tried everything to avoid thinking about him.I just want to be friends, I just want to be friends, I kept on repeating until I fell asleep. Now, though, I was wide awake, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
The way he moaned in my ear, his body pressed against mine, and when he mentioned fucking me and deep throating him, my panties had melted. It had taken all my strength not to drag him back to my office and let him do whatever he wanted to me. The way Morgan went from shy to bad guy with that mouth of his made my mind go fuzzy. I closed my eyes and pictured his smile. I could almost smell his aftershave, dark and woody.
My hand dropped to my breast, and I squeezed it, picturing his hand there instead of mine. My other hand dipped lower, into my panties, sliding a finger into my already soaked pussy. I rubbed at my clit in circles as I replayed his moans in my head,‘Mmm Andie, fuck baby, yeah, oh fuck, that feels so fucking good.,’
I was getting high. My hips were jerking off the bed.Nope, can’t do this.I removed my hand. My breaths were coming short and fast, and my needy pussy pulsed.
“Ah, fuck it,” I said aloud and threw off my quilt.
I couldn’t give in. He deserved more than what I could offer. At least tonight he wouldn’t be at the club because he had his son. Maybe a night away from him would allow me to rebuild the wall between us that he’d been slowly crumbling with his dirty mouth.
I had a telephone meeting with a US supplier later at the club, so the girls had gone on ahead. I was just getting in my car when I received a text from Lauren.
L: M is here. Ex taken baby away for the night. You need to get here.
When I arrived at the club, I was informed two of my bar staff were late showing up. Lauren was behind the bar with Aria, so I made my way there to help them out. Morgan was at the bar; he had a drink in his hand and a stunning red head talking to him. I was serving another customer but made my way down the bar towards them, trying not to show that I was listening.
“Hey, I’m Lindsay. I was wondering if you’d like to buy me a drink?”
The girl moved closer to Morgan, though she couldn’t get any closer if she was sitting in his lap and placed a hand on his arm. I felt a burning sensation in my chest and clenched my jaw together as a wave of jealousy hit me before I could think about what I’d do if he said yes. He wasn’t mine, nowhere near, and that was my own doing, but I couldn’t help feeling possessive.
“Hi, I’m Morgan. You are very beautiful, but I’m seeing someone.” He smiled at her, gently removed her arm and looked back at the bar.
My heart pounded and a lump formed in my throat. He was seeing someone. Kate hadn’t said anything, and neither had he. Although, I rationalised, it was nothing to do with me. I tried to quell the disappointment building and walked back down the bar to serve another customer.
For the next hour I was on autopilot; take the order, serve the customer, take payment, and repeat. When my second bar tender arrived, I was able to head out of the bar area. I smiled at my hostess and one of the security team at the foot of the stairs, then headed up to the VIP area. Morgan was again sat on the end, with Lauren and Betty in the back in between the rest of the men. I squeezed in at Morgan’s side and gratefully took the Flirtini cocktail Lauren held up for me.
“All okay?” she called.
“Yeah, thanks for covering down there.”
“No problem, that’s my job.” She held up her own glass.
The conversation flowed, and I had to admit, it was nice to have the men to chat to.
“I went down to the bar earlier to look for you.” Morgan leaned in to talk to me.
I felt his breath on my skin causing shivers down my back.
“I did see you there talking to a beautiful redhead. I heard you’re seeing someone,” I replied as I tried to smile brightly at him. He deserved someone who could give him what I couldn’t.
“What? No, I said that because I always feel so awkward when girls ask me out, or to dance or whatever. It’s just easier to say I’m seeing someone.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, I get that.” Relief surged through me.
I felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. I looked around and everyone was having a good time; there were smiles and laughter all around. I got up and walked to the safety railings, leaning on them and looking out over the club. It was packed with people having fun, dancing, and drinking. It soothed mewhen I saw the happy faces. I’d worked hard to build this place up, and seeing people enjoying themselves brought me joy.
“You’re quiet tonight.” Morgan came up behind me and nudged me gently with his elbow.
“It’s been a long day.” I took a sip of my drink.
