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It drifted through her mind that maybe she could save her ass for him from now on. Something just for the two of them, even after this trip was over.

Then Asad leaned in, his jaw clenching, as he fucked her harder. Every thrust rubbed his body against her pussy, the friction giving her clit exactly what she needed, what she’d been craving since the moment he began undressing her. Morgan cried out, closing her eyes as the waves of pleasure peaked and crashed over her, her body spasming with the release.

She could hear Asad’s low groan as her muscles tightened around him, gripping him as best they could while he continued to plunge in and out of her tight ass.

“Fuck… Morgan…” He buried himself inside her, and she cried out again as she felt him pulse within her, each spurt of cum forcing its way past her gripping entrance to be expelled deep in her bowels.

Leaning in, he claimed her lips with his, breaking her hold on her ankles as he filled her with his cum. Morgan wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, clinging to him through the last shudders of her climax, returning his kiss as best she could through her gasps of ecstasy.

He rocked against her as her clenching spasms milked him of the last of his cum, the hard thickness of his erection beginning to dwindle inside her. Morgan sighed in satisfaction against his kiss, feeling even more sleepy than before but also completely satiated.

The only cloud on the horizon was knowing this was their last night.

But it had been a really good one.

“Good girl,” Asad murmured when he broke the kiss. He shifted, and Morgan smiled up at him as his big hands cradled her face.

“That was fun.” He’d made it fun.

Asad chuckled, and she felt the rumble of the vibrations against her.

“It was fun.” He ran his thumb across her cheek. “Do you want me to help you get cleaned up?”

She considered it for a moment. Though she didn’t need help with her normal makeup removal and skincare routine, she wouldn’t mind taking a shower with him, extending this moment a little longer, but she couldn’t tell what he wanted. Was he offering because he truly wanted to or because he felt like he was supposed to?

He wasn’t exactly known for intensive aftercare. Not that he’d been like that this week since they’d been forced to sleep together post-sex, but now, he was offering more.

Morgan decided to take him at his word.

“Yes, that would be nice, thank you.”

Later, when she was curled up in bed with Asad curled around her, a heavy arm across her midsection, she wished the week didn’t have to end, but tomorrow, she was going back to her own bed. So, she snuggled in against him. Felt his arm tighten around her. He was probably already asleep, but it was still a nice feeling.

Morgan liked this. She wanted more of it.

Next time, she was going to get a real boyfriend, not a fake one, so it didn’t have to end.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Asad

“Asad, before you go, can we speak with you for a moment? Anna will keep Morgan company.” His mom made it sound like a question, but it wasn’t really, and Asad knew that. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought Anna over for Morgan.

“Sure,” he said. Strangely, he wasn’t as bothered by the request as he would have been a couple of days ago. He didn’t immediately tense up or assume his parents wanted to chide him about something to do with Cyrus, who was across the room talking to his mother-in-law. Something in their dynamic had truly shifted between the family dinner on Monday and last night at the wedding, and he was curious but not wary of the request. Although he probably shouldn’t answer for both himself and Morgan. He tilted his head at her. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not.” She smiled and turned to Anna. “How are you doing this morning?” They walked off as Anna answered, headed toward where the tables were set up with food. He doubted Morgan would get anything. So far, he’d never seen her get seconds of any meal, but maybe Anna wanted to grab something.

Asad turned back to his parents. They were looking at him earnestly and perhaps a little uncomfortably.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked since neither of them jumped on the silence that was gathering between them. His parents glanced at each other, one of those little glances couples are able to do after being together for a long period of time where not a word is said, but everything is shared.

His mom cleared her throat.

“We wanted to say how nice it was to spend time with you this week. We’re hoping you’ll come back home more often… or maybe we could come visit you?” She looked at him hopefully.

He almost took a step back out of surprise. His parents had never come down to visit him. He’d never been sure why, whether it was because they hadn’t wanted to or hadn’t been sure of their welcome, but that his mom was bringing it up at all made something in his chest fill with warmth. There had always been some part of him, deep down, that believed they didn’t try to visit him because they didn’t care to.

“That would be great,” he said, though he wasn’t sure how logistics would work since he didn’t have a guest bedroom, and he doubted they’d be down for sharing his couch—which was not a pullout. Definitely his apartment wouldn’t be up to their standards.