“Speechless,” she reports proudly to the German man.
“You should be proud,” he says, leaning down to rest an elbow on the door. “Last person she brought out here passed out. Perhaps if you were given somewarning…”
He shoots her a look.
“The surprise is half thefun,” she says, with a youthful flirtiness that surprises me. “Now Hanz, darling, I pay you to check the goods, not judge my life choices. Get to it.”
The man nods as he withdraws, dropping his eyes to Morgan’s tits for a lingering moment, as if she gave him permission by referring tothe goods, before he does a circuit around the car.
Then Hanz pats the hood, gives her a nod. “Mind the tires, but you’re good to go.”
“Love ya, Hanz.” Morgan blows him a kiss, rolls up the window, and cruises back to the highway.
Chapter 17
JAMIE
This suite is smaller than the others, but what it lacks in size it makes up for in gorgeous workmanship. Hand-worked wood panels offset with rich green paint give it a timeless, homey feel.
My stomach flutters with anxiety. Makes sense—our next event’s in two hours.
Morgan sinks into the desk by the window, and I head for my room.
“You know, you don’t have to make yourself scarce,” she says, not looking up from her keyboard.
“Oh… thanks. I was gonna take a bath. Reset my nerves for tonight.”
“Hm,” she says with a small nod, and I understand that I’m dismissed.
A few minutes later, I sink into the hot water and the gorgeous black porcelain, and the remaining adrenaline from our drive melts away. But my stomach still churns.
I wish I had someone to talk to about all this—about Morgan—but Mom is right out. I send her pictures of every mealand view, calling her with reports on each event, but I don’t mention Morgan much. I don’t want to worry Mom with how much time I’m spending with an unbonded alpha.
Lily is only a new friend, and I am certainlynotgoing to confide my feelings about our CEO to her…
I sigh. It’s fine. I’m used to dealing with things by myself.
Speaking of dealing with things by myself… my cock twitches in the warm water, confused by the alternating rushes of my conflicting emotions. The last time I ‘took the edge off’ was… my last heat, when I jacked my brains out to the alpha tones of Morgan’s public speaking career.
My cock throbs in response. Fuck.
I guess it’s not that complicated. Morgan isunbearablyattractive, so it makes sense that there would be a… physical reaction. Especially since I haven’t gotten off in over a week.
Suddenly, I remember her standing sweaty in the doorway, all sports bra and muscles. My heart races, and my cock hardens.
Shit. I need to deal with this.
I slide my fingers down my length, shuddering and stifling a moan. My head spins, dizzy with arousal—my balls tense and ache.
Fuck, it certainly feels like it’s been a week and a half. I stroke as I imagine that look of hunger on her face as she drove, imagine that gaze turned upon me…
My body erupts with heat.
But no. I can’t think of her now… not while she’s two rooms away, and certainly not while we’re still on this trip. I try to distract myself, browsing some of my usual sites.
Of course, if I put on more of Morgan’s videos, it won’t sound suspicious… but I doubt those will have the same effect while I’m not in heat.
I make some progress distracting myself.
