Page 117 of Under Her

And my parents are also thrilled that Morgan and I are together. There was no keeping our relationship under wraps after the whole Sierra thing, and honestly, I didn’t want to. I wanted everyone to know that this smart, beautiful woman was mine.

I do have to wonder if that was part of my mom’s plan when she brought Morgan in to work at Under Her. Not that she didn’t bring her talent to the company because she’s smart as hell, and she could run it with her eyes closed. But maybe it was also to give me a counterpart—not only in business, but in my personal life, too.

In business, I was a grown-ass man, but in my private life, I was still acting like a teenager.

But not now. I’m a different man now. Because of Morgan. She’s changed me for the better.

I’m a man in love. And love will do some crazy things to you.

Things I wouldn’t change for the world.

So, life is fucking great. I’ve got the most incredible woman by my side at work and in my bed at night.

My parents and friends love her. Mom, Dad, Coop, and Dom think the sun shines out of Morgan’s ass—well, it does—but I do sometimes think they like her more than me. If they do, they should. She’s a far better person than I could ever hope to be.

I just thank God that she sees something in me and wants to be with me. Because, without her, the company and I would be nothing.

And the company has been selling product faster than we can supply it, thanks to Morgan’s genius, and our Bangkok supplier can’t meet all of our demands. As Ananda only signed with Coveted for the initial batch they stole from us, they are free to sign with us again. So, we now have both our Bangkok supplier and Ananda for the plus-sized range. As the range has brought in new customers for our standard sizes, too, I feel that, soon, I’m going to be asking Niran if expansion is an option.

Speaking of Niran, Morgan and I are back in San Kamphaeng, staying at the Secret Garden Chiang Mai. We’re not here to work though. We’re here on vacation. It’s been one year since she slapped me, since I kissed the shit out of her, and since we came back here before I gave her a ride on the Wilder side.

I know, I know. Cheesy as fuck. But I just couldn’t resist.

I thought it would be romantic to bring her here for our anniversary, and it turned out, I was right. When I gave her the tickets for our vacation, she got this soft look in her eyes. And, that night, I got the mother of all blow jobs. I’m talking deep-throat, porn-star action.

It was frigging amazing.

And, right now, we’re lying in bed together, both covered in sweat, panting to catch our breaths.

I thought it would be a good idea to reenact our first night together, minus the slap across the face. So, we went to the Hot Springs and then to the same bar, except we actually ate this time. Then, we came back here, and I was undressing her before she even got the door open.

“Wow,” she says.

“I know.”

“It gets better every time, right? It’s not just me?”

I turn on my side to face her and brush her hair off her forehead. “It’s not just you, babe. It’s us together. We’re fucking dynamite in the sack.”

She giggles, and of course, my cock reacts. She breathes, and he reacts.

It’s gotten incredibly difficult to get through staff meetings with her and not get a stiffy.

She’s amazing, and she’s all mine.

She moves to get up, and I pull her back down to me.

“Where are you going?”

“To clean up.”

“We’ll get a shower together.”

“We didn’t do that on the first night.”

“No, we didn’t, but then I didn’t ask you to move in with me either that night, so I guess we’re adding a new memory to our anniversary.”

She’s staring at me, not saying anything, with a shock and dazed look in her eyes.