Page 175 of Masters of Control

“Ooh, what would we be in a romance?” Iris asked, turning to look at Sam.

“Age gap, grumpy-sunshine for sure,” Sam replied, making Asad and Connor crack up at Law’s expression.

“I’m not sure I like that,” he grumbled.

“Of course you don’t, grumpy.” Iris poked him in the side again before leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. Asad wasn’t able to see exactly what Law did, but she yelped a moment later. Poke a Dom often enough, and eventually, he was going to poke back.

Especially a big grump like Law.

“The point is, I don’t want to be in a relationship,” Asad interjected. “My life is not a romance novel.”

“That’s what they always say,” Sam whispered.

He glared at her.

“She and I are going on a trip. We are not going to have sex. No one’s feelings are going to get confused. But if hers do, I’ll let her down easy. It’s not like she doesn’t have plenty of Doms who would be interested in starting something with her.” Although no one had stepped up to the plate yet. It was probably intimidating as fuck, knowing everyone’s eyes would be on them.

Morgan was gorgeous, funny, and sweet. She was a fantastic submissive. There was no reason a great Dom wouldn’t snap her up the moment she made herself open to that.

“Do you think Morgan has a magic vagina?” Iris whispered to Sam, though he didn’t know why she bothered since all of them could hear her.

“Maybe?” Sam whispered back, appearing uncertain.

Asad was not going to ask. He was so not going to ask.

“What’s a magic vagina?” Connor asked.

Great. Now the big guy decided to talk.

“It’s when a playboy hero, or a rake in historical romance, has had sex with hundreds of women⁠—”

“I have not had sex with hundreds of women!” Granted, he hadn’t been keeping count, but it wasn’t hundreds. Surely. One hundred at most.

Sam kept explaining, ignoring Asad’s outraged interjection.

“But then he finds that one woman where the sex is so good, he suddenly becomes monogamous, even if he didn’t intend to start a relationship.” Sam paused thoughtfully. “Though, usually, the magic vagina seems to belong to a virgin, and we all know Morgan isn’t that.”

“Great. I’m so glad to know I’m safe,” he said sarcastically. “Stay away from virgins… good life advice.”

It really was. Virgins were far more likely to read into things. Especially at their age since there was usually a reason they were holding onto their virginity. Society built up losing it to be special.

Asad didn’t want to be anyone’s special someone.

Sam and Iris exchanged another look he didn’t like.

“Can we talk about something else?” he asked. “Literally, anything else?”

“Did you know there are magic penises, too?”

He groaned.

Chapter Four

Morgan

Looking at the clothes spread out over her bed, dresser, and hanging from the closet doors, Morgan rubbed her hands together in front of her before realizing what she was doing and dropped them to her sides.

“You okay?” Amy asked from where she was sitting on Morgan’s bed, several shirts heaped on her lap. Noelle and Marissa were in Morgan’s closet, debating what else they might pull out for her to look at, Sam was sitting in Morgan’s computer chair, and Carolyn was sifting through the things she’d brought over for Morgan to try on since they were about the same size.