Page 188 of Masters of Control

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see that he was facing away from her, and she had the oddest urge to scoot up behind him and curve her body around his, hugging his back to her front. Spooning. That’s what it was called. She wanted to make him the little spoon even though he was a lot bigger than her, and men were supposed to be the big spoon.

No, not ‘supposed to be.’ Can be. They don’t have to be. There’s no gender to spoons.

Sometimes, her upbringing or her training with Master Richard came through in the oddest ways, ways she was still working on recognizing. She didn’t know who to blame for that one. Master Richard had certainly never been interested in spooning, and her parents would have never talked about something like spooning.

I can be the big spoon if I want to be.

The thought was defiant. Rebellious even. She smiled and closed her eyes, yawning again before her smile fell away. The urge to cuddle Asad was still there.

He’d said he wanted a fake girlfriend to keep his mom from trying to hook him up with someone, but after tonight, Morgan thought it might be more than that. He was here for his brother’s wedding, and although it was clear he loved his brother, there was also a lot of tension there, as well as a lot of tension between him and his parents.

Maybe what he’d really wanted was someone here for him.

Which meant this wasn’t just about getting his mom to leave him alone but also about supporting him.

An odd feeling of warmth rushed through her. It was the same feeling she’d gotten when she’d realized Brian actually did require a roommate and that the offer hadn’t been made out of pity. Asad really did need her. While she didn’t think she’d be able to do anything for the relationship he had with his family, she could be here for him as his friend and help him through the week.

Whatever he needed, she’d be there for it.

It wasn’t that she was happy he had a strained relationship with his family, of course, it was just… it felt nice to be needed. To be able to be there for someone instead of everyone being there for her without allowing her to reciprocate. Still smiling, Morgan hugged her pillow and dropped off to sleep.

Chapter Nine

Asad

Someone was wrapped around him, warm and clinging, and snugged up against his butt. Asad opened his eyes, frowning as he twisted to see who it was before his brain caught up to his situation and reminded him that he was sharing a room with Morgan.

Morgan of the very soft breasts pillowed against his back and the hand just above his groin, so the back of her hand was brushing against his morning erection.

Do not fuck Morgan.

Strangely, he heard it in Lexie’s voice, not Patrick’s. Or maybe not so strange. At first glance, Patrick was far more intimidating, but anyone who knew them also knew the real threat was Lexie—at least when it came to having an enjoyable time at Stronghold or Marquis. Patrick could kick his ass. Lexie could mobilize every single submissive in the club to make his life hell. He had no interest in being covered in glitter for the rest of his life.

Which means you need to get out of bed and away from the sexy sub you’re supposed to be keeping your hands off, asshole.

Well, technically, she was the one with her hands on him. He wasn’t touching her with his hands. Or his cock. He was on his side of the bed where he belonged. Morgan had cuddle-migrated over to his side of the bed and spooned him. Surely, he couldn’t be held accountable for that.

No, but now that you’re awake, you can be held accountable for anything else that happens from this point forward.

Sometimes, his brain made too much sense in ways he didn’t want it to.

He kind of wanted to pretend he was still asleep, so he could enjoy being cuddled, which was… unexpected. Asad was not a cuddly person. It wasn’t that he disliked it, but it wasn’t his first instinct. Then again, most submissives expected to be cuddled, not to be the cuddler.

If he liked being the little spoon, did that mean he had to hand in his man-card? He pondered it for a moment. Nah. He was secure enough in his manhood to be able to enjoy being the little spoon.

His alarm went off, and he groaned. Yes, thank you, world. Time to get up and get back to Cyrus’ wedding week.

“Oh! Sorry!” Morgan jerked away, the warmth that had engulfed his back disappearing as she realized where she was.

Asad rolled onto his back, which allowed him to take advantage of the warmth she’d left behind where she’d been sleeping while she scooted back to her side of the bed.

“No problem,” he said, grinning at her. He didn’t want her to feel bad. It wasn’t her fault he woke up horny, and she was there. “I can’t remember if I’ve ever been spooned before. It’s not the worst way to wake up.”

Morgan blushed, the pink color of her cheeks contrasting nicely with the shiny green thing she was wearing on her head. Her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, which he found almost surprising. He’d half expected her to sneak out of bed to put it on before he woke up. One of his college roommate’s girlfriends had done that.

“I didn’t realize I’d moved over in the night,” she said, fussing with the sheets in front of her. The strap on her nightgown slipped down her shoulder.

It didn’t matter that he’d seen her naked before. It didn’t matter that they’d had sex before. Asad couldn’t help but look at that little strap and think about peeling the rest of the nightgown off of her and having sex with her right now.