Page 189 of Masters of Control

“Like I said, I didn’t mind at all.” Except he now had a throbbing erection and nowhere to put it. He cleared his throat. “I’m, uh, gonna hop in the shower, unless you want to go first?”

Morgan shook her head.

“I’ll shower tomorrow. Today’s the spa or golf day, right?” she asked, even though they’d gone over the schedule again in the car yesterday.

Smiling reassuringly at her, he scooted over to the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone. His pajama pants weren’t going to hide much. As he stood, he angled his hips away from her so she couldn’t see the giant bulge tenting his pants. Or he hoped she couldn’t.

“Yup.” He rolled his eyes. “You know, the true bonding experiences one can have. Still interested in going golfing with me?”

“As long as you understand that I’m going to be absolutely terrible.” She watched him as he moved around the bed, heading for the bathroom, her green eyes alight with interest.

Could she tell that he had morning wood? Was she laughing inwardly at him? He couldn’t tell.

“Me, too,” he said, chuckling and pretending he didn’t feel like a teenager trying to sneak his woody by an attractive girl and hope she wouldn’t notice. At least in high school, he’d had books to cover his groin with. His phone wasn’t nearly big enough.

Skirting around the bed, he made it to the bathroom and breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him. It was only Tuesday. He still had to get through an entire week of sleeping in the same bed as Morgan and not fucking her.

A cold shower was in order.

He’d been so distracted getting into the bathroom, he’d forgotten to bring his clothes in. Once he was out—and his dick was thoroughly depressed—he had to wrap himself in a towel and go back out into the room. Morgan was waiting, her hair still in the green thing, dressed in plaid capris with a white blouse that had a lacy collar and puffy sleeves. She looked adorable.

“Is that your golfing outfit?” he asked, realizing how the question could sound as the words left his mouth. “It looks great.”

“Thank you,” she preened, reaching up to undo the bow on the top of her hair thing as she walked past him into the bathroom. “Carolyn said it would work.”

“It does.”

The fan turned on in the bathroom, drowning out anything else he might have said, which was probably for the best. He needed a minute or two to collect himself. He wasn’t used to having sleepovers with women, and he sure as hell wasn’t used to having to keep his hands off them. If he’d had his way this morning, when he’d rolled onto his back, he would have kept right on rolling until he was on top of Morgan.

He really needed to stop thinking that way, or he was going to get himself into trouble.

Golf.

He could focus on golf. There really wasn’t much that was less erotic than golf. He would have honestly rather done the spa day, but Cyrus wanted to do golf, and Asad was his best man, so golf it was. Which, when it came down to it, was probably better than being naked and getting a massage next to a naked Morgan.

He wasn’t sure if it was his desperate desire for a distraction or that she was now forbidden fruit, but he couldn’t remember ever wanting to fuck a specific woman this badly.

Morgan

Golf was fun.

She was absolutely terrible at it, but no one seemed to mind, least of all Asad. It didn’t hurt that she was in a group with him, his brother, their dad, and their cousin Mason, so she wasn’t totally surrounded by strangers. Actually, what weirded her out the most was Asad and Mason looked so much alike, she’d had to pause and double-check she was holding Asad’s hand when they walked up.

It quickly became clear they were very different people, but when they stood next to each other and had the same expression, they could easily be mistaken for each other. They looked more like twins than cousins. Mason’s glasses were the main way to tell them apart at a glance.

“Okay, so… this club?” Morgan asked, lifting the club in question from her bag.

“That’s right.” Asad grinned at her. Even though he’d told her he wasn’t a huge fan of golf, it turned out he was very good at it. He’d been helping her through all the rules and the techniques.

After picking her club came her favorite part. She stood beside the tee, purposefully gripping the club not quite correctly. Asad came up behind her, his big body wrapping around her as he helped her adjust her position. As soon as she’d realized that was how he’d be ‘assisting,’ she’d stopped trying to get it right the first time. If she could wiggle her butt against his groin a little, even better. She really liked the little growly noise he made when she did that.

There was a growing heat in his eyes that made her tingle all over.

Teasing him like this, flirting with him… it was fun. It was also good practice. She just had to remember it wasn’t real. Well, the heat in his eyes was real. He was attracted to her, but he was Master Asad. He wasn’t flirting with her because he wanted to be with her, but he definitely wanted to fuck her.

And that was good.

She could enjoy practicing flirting, knowing it wasn’t going to lead anywhere, and he wasn’t going to take her too seriously or read too much into it. Which meant she could truly relax.