Page 199 of Masters of Control

Then again, it was Morgan. It wasn’t as if he needed to worry she was going to suddenly start thinking or wishing they were in a relationship just because of a little cuddling. Hell, they were sleeping in the same bed all week. And she knew the score.

Morgan

That had been…

Morgan shivered, even though she could hardly be cold when she was curled up next to Master Asad. He was hot, and not just on an attractiveness scale. He physically ran warmer than she did. With the air conditioning running high, the room was cold, but next to him, she barely felt it.

No, her shiver had everything to do with the sensations still tingling over her skin. Everything hurt in the most delicious way possible. Her ass. Her breasts. Between her legs. Her throat felt raw, her lips bruised. She was tingling and smarting all over.

He hadn’t held back at all.

“How are you feeling, Red?” Master Asad asked, running his fingers through her hair and pushing it out of her face.

“Good, Sir.” So, so good. Satisfied in a way she hadn’t been in so long.

It wasn’t that she wanted to go back to Master Richard, but some of the things he’d done with her had been things she liked. Craved. And she hadn’t been getting all of those things since her rescue. She’d been getting some of them, but not as much as she wanted. It felt as if she’d been snacking for months and now she’d finally eaten a full meal.

“No need to call me ‘Sir’ anymore, Morgan, scene’s over.” His tone was teasing but firm.

Right.

Asad.

Not Master Asad. Scene was over. She gave her head a little shake.

“I’m good.” She yawned. “Tired. I need to take off my makeup.”

“Okay.”

He moved his hand away from her hair, and she rolled off the shoulder she’d been using as a pillow. Everything felt dreamy. Nice. She glanced back at him. He was frowning, looking down at the bed in front of him around where his feet were under the covers.

Her stomach dropped.

The urge to drop to the floor in supplication and beg for forgiveness for whatever she’d done wrong slammed into her, leaving her breathless. It took physical effort to resist the compulsion.

Asad glanced up at her.

“Everything okay, Red?” He reached out to touch one of her long curls, twisting the end of it around his finger.

Suddenly, she could breathe again. He wasn’t mad at her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She didn’t need to placate him.

“I was about to ask you that,” she replied, doing her best to sound playful rather than panicked.

“Yeah… just, normally I’m the one slipping out of bed and running away. Feels odd to be on the other side.” He winked at her.

Morgan laughed, the last knots of her tension sliding away. Everything was okay. He wasn’t upset with her, not really.

“I’ll come back,” she said, though the end of it lilted upward in a question. Asad raised his eyebrows at her. She firmed her tone. “I’ll come back.” Because she was going to be sleeping in the bed with him, again.

The thought was more disquieting than before, and as she walked to the bathroom, she pondered the issue. Why did the idea of sleeping beside him feel strange now? Just because they’d had sex?

Yes, just because they’d just had sex.

Because she didn’t get to sleep in a bed with someone she’d just had sex with.

Ouch.

It hadn’t been revealed as an issue yet because she hadn’t gone home with anyone she’d had sex with. She certainly hadn’t been to anyone’s home to have sex with them, and no one had been to hers. Her sex life had been carefully confined to either Stronghold or Marquis, and never to the hotel rooms within the latter.