Page 192 of Masters of Control

His shoulders relaxed even more at the realization.

“I think today went really well,” Morgan said brightly as Asad opened the car door for her. She was beaming, her wide smile going practically from ear to ear, obviously very proud of herself.

“It did. Thank you for coming with me instead of going to the spa.” He didn’t think today would have gone nearly as well if it had been just him, Mason, his brother, and his father in their group. Way too much opportunity for the small talk to veer into dangerous territory with Mason as the only buffer.

Being able to concentrate on helping Morgan learn how to golf had kept them all focused on something outside of themselves. Definitely not a bad thing when it came to his family.

“You’re welcome.” Morgan’s eyes sparkled. She sighed happily as she sat down in the car. The fact that she was clearly pleased made him feel even better. “Golf is fun.”

He laughed as he closed the door. Yes, she’d had fun today, the little tease. And despite having blue balls all day, he’d enjoyed watching her have fun. He’d also really appreciated her being there and taking some of the heat off his back.

“I’m glad you had fun,” he said, getting in the car. “Golf is not my favorite activity. Too much walking, not enough doing.”

“You’re good at it, though.” She sounded like she didn’t quite understand. Asad shrugged as he started the car and pulled out of the parking space.

“I learned.” It was one of the things he, his brother, and his dad had done together once Cyrus was in remission. It hadn’t lasted long, but he’d been a bit of a natural. It had all come flooding back today when he’d gotten on the green. He’d done it because he’d wanted to spend time with his family, not because he’d enjoyed it. Just like today. Except today it had been more of an obligation than a choice. “You did a good job with it today, too.”

Morgan preened at the compliment, making him smile again.

“So… I was a good girl today?” she asked coquettishly.

Asad chuckled.

“You were a very good girl.”

“Does that mean I get a reward?”

The tone of her voice was still very flirtatious, and Asad paused, glancing over at her. She was looking at him with expectation clear in her expression, her eyes practically glowing. His brain scrambled to keep up with what was happening.

“Uh…”

“Because I think I deserve a reward.” Not just flirtation. Determination. Morgan wanted something, and she was determined to get it.

Asad’s palms suddenly felt a little slick against the steering wheel. She did deserve a reward. If she had been anyone else, he would have been planning out the reward she was going to get all day in his head. And not just because she’d been rubbing her ass against his dick for hours.

“Do you want to go for ice cream?” It was the first thing that he could think of, and the words popped out of his mouth before he could assess whether it was a good response.

When he glanced at Morgan again, her eyes weren’t just hot, they were furious.

“I’d rather have an orgasm,” she replied tartly, confirming the supposition his brain had been trying to tell him. The obvious conclusion that he’d rejected—of course, if he’d been told to keep his hands off of Morgan, someone would have also passed the same message along to Morgan.

But nope.

It appeared no one had told Morgan the Persian Excursion was closed for the week.

Well, fuck.

Chapter Eleven

Morgan

Sam had been right.

Someone had beaver-dammed her with Master Asad.

They mean well.

But they’re wrong!