"Oh no! You were working...I came to tell you about.... we can talk about that later. Can I...do you want me to come home with you?"
"Uh, I meant what I said, that shit ought to be framed. Some of my best work. Yes, I want you to come home with me. I want you at my place, I want to cook for you, to kiss you anytime I want. I will wreck every wall at my place just this way if you let me," he jerks his head at the wall where the perfect imprint of my backside, of his hands pressed against the wall, our bodies twisted together, make an impression in the drywall and plaster.
"Is that what you call good work, Mr. Brant?" I tease.
Morgan grins down at me, turning to walk me out of the room. "Oh, that is some of my best work, honey. I will put in some more tonight to remind you. Leave your car here, ride with me."
Pulling a shirt on, he laughs when I pout and push at it playfully. Only then I hear what he said. Leave my car here, ride with him. Let myself get taken to his place, after we hooked up the way we did, and get stuck there. Something about the idea of going to his place without a way to escape if I have to...it scares me. I always have an exit plan. Not just with loans or meetings with investors. With every single interaction in my life. It is aburden and a blessing to always check exits, to always look for an escape.
What would happen if I have no escape from Morgan?
"N-no. Let me just...follow you there."
Morgan tilts his head back at me after I stutter the argument. He does not approve. I don’t care. I am leaping headfirst here, so he has to take me as I come. A little scared. Alotuncertain. Despite my attraction to him, the pull that I am not sure I can fight now that I’ve let it wrap itself around me, I am good at self-preservation. If my back is against a wall, more figuratively than it just was, I am not responsible for how I react.
"We can do that, honey," he hums, walking me back towards me car, opening the door to load me in. Bending, he kisses me soft, slow, brushing his nose against mine. "Don’t get lost, Maren. I will come find you."
Laughing, I push him out of the door of the Rover, shaking my head. I can’t ignore the thrill his threat fills me with. I think he would come find me. It’s not as if there is a lot of places to look in True Ridge. I would let him find me, if I am being honest. I just need a moment to consider what the hell is going on with us.
Just a few days ago, I was rude, I was cold to him during our meeting. Because that self-preservation of mine was activated. The moment I was alone, I touched myself, wishing it were him. I want him. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted someone before—nothing has even come close.
Which means as I follow him to his place—being a good girl despite proclaiming my desire to behave otherwise—I am looking for an exit route.
Because he might be good at fixing things, but can he fix the parts of me that were broken before him?
Chapter Five
Morgan
There is no going back after tonight—not for meandnot for her.
Watching Maren’s ass sway as she walks up the steps to my porch, I shamelessly adjust myself. Fuck, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s not just her curves and that thick ass or those perfect, full tits. It’s her. It’s the way she smiles at me with her eyes shining bright, hiding nothing. Holding nothing back. It’s the way she presses closer the moment I need her just that much closer. How I move when she moves, how I am so attune to her despite us knowing each other for just a few days.
To be fair, I had no idea who Ms. Carter was before that first meeting at the bank. However, I wasveryfucking aware of Maren Carter the moment she got to True Ridge two months ago. A little hard to miss her. Only, I only saw glimpses of her. The swing of her dark hair down an aisle at the market. The air of her perfume after she sailed past my office just down the block from the bank. Just hints of her, a tease that has gone on for months.
Earlier I said this thing began the moment I walked in her office. It was not entirely true. It began the first time I saw her striding down the street, a beautiful silhouette. Until she looked up at me from behind her desk, I had no idea it was her. Once she smiled at me, it clicked—of course it was her. A mysterious figure who caught my attention without trying at all.
"Forgive me for sounding a little...lewd...honey, that ass is something to worship," I proclaim, reaching up to smack it, watching it bounce a little in her skirt. Grunting, I move to pin her to my front door, filling my hands with the ass I am now swearing an oath to. I smack it again and she pushes backagainst my zipper, smirking up at me as she finds me hard and heavy.
"Anyone else it might offend me," she whispers softly, turning to fall back against the door with a thud. "With you...I mean I acted offended before..." Maren lets out a sheepish laugh, popping a shoulder.
Flashes of the two of us sparring at her office that first day flood my head. Well, shit. Was that foreplay without her letting me know? Jesus, this woman has ruined me with so little effort. Damn, the damage she could do if she put in some real work on me.
I am willing her to do her worst.
"You little shit," I smirk back, unlocking the door, hoisting her up and sighing as she winds her body around me. "You got that act down good, honey. Good for you. Tell other fuckers off the same way you told me off. Keep all the other men at a safe distance—far the fuck away from what is now all fucking mine," I suggest, slamming my mouth to hers as I drop us both down on the couch just inside the living room.
Shaking hands slide beneath her skirt as I rush to work it up, out of my way. I need her bare beneath me. I need to get inside of her. I have never needed anything this way, the way I need her right this fucking second. I am shuddering with it as I rip at her silk top, grunting when her tits spill out with a beautiful bounce. Dropping my head, I suck at a dusty pink nipple greedily, pushing the lace of her bra out of my way with an urgent brush of my tongue.
"Morgan," she pants, arching to my mouth, her hands pushing at my jeans. "Yes, I want...I want to feel you, get these dirty things off. Although, it's hot as fuck how dirty you get working. In suits you’re beautiful this way..." she trails off as I push back, both of us breathless. "It suits you."
Cradling her face, I tilt her head back, yanking at the scrap of her bra. Her teardrop tits bounce again and I bend, burrowing my face there. I get dirt, grime, and sweat all over her silk top, all over her silky skin. Her moans as I suck her nipple past my lips, my fingers pushing her skirt off at last let me know she doesn’t give a damn about any of that.
My cock springs out into her hands as she yanks at my jeans and I groan against her breast. Her heart pounds beneath my lips. We’re both shaking now. I angle my hips, biting on her peaked nipple when her moan as I rub against her pussy vibrates against me. Lining up, I think about all the things we need to say, all the rules you talk about before these things. I can’t think of anything else that matters but sinking all ten inches of myself inside her slick, tight heat.
"Don’t stop," she coos, brushing a gentle touch over my brow, down my temple. "I want it, Morgan," her skin glows in the dim light of the single lamp we flicked on. I have never seen anything so beautiful. Anything more perfect. Her lying there, waiting for me, wanting me, showing me with her eyes, with her words, with her entire body.
"I do too, honey," I whisper back, gaze dropping to watch the lush view of my cock pushing past the pink folds of her bare slit. Dropping my hand, I wrap it gently around her throat, to still her as I start to take her.
