Page 66 of Under Her

And my plan today is to show her what a fucking awesome guy I really am, and then after spending all day around my awesomeness, Morgan will realize that she needs to be fucked by me immediately. She’ll drag me back to the hotel, and we’ll screw each other’s brains out all night long.

It’s a simple plan. But, sometimes, simple is all you need for an effective outcome.

And I really hope my outcum is in Morgan, or I swear to God, I will lose my ever-loving mind. I will quite possibly need to be committed to a mental institution due to insanity caused by lack of sexual activity, and I’ll also have to face my cock shriveling up and dying from lack of pussy stimulation.

I shudder at the thought. So, if I want to keep my cock alive, it is vital that he finds his way into Morgan’s wet and willing pussy today.

Sometimes, women need to be romanced to get their juices flowing. And I’m not the most romantic of guys, but Niran recommended that we go visit the San Kamphaeng Hot Springs as one of our sightseeing spots today.

I figure, what better place to get Morgan hot…than at a hot springs?

Okay, that sounds fucking terrible, even to my own ears.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Since Morgan came back into my life, I’ve turned into a fucking dimwit.

I really need to get back on my game; otherwise, I’m going to be draining the vein via the five-knuckle shuffle tonight. Before being committed to an insane asylum, minus a working cock.

Sound dramatic? Well, try being me these past few weeks, unable to fuck any other women, and the only woman I actually want to fuck has been unavailable to me. Then, try telling me I’m being dramatic.

Okay, so moving on.

“You’re surprisingly quiet,” Morgan says from beside me.

“Sorry. I was just thinking about work.” Sure you were, Cross. If business is how you’re going to get into Morgan’s panties.

“Anything I need to know about?”

There’s a hint of concern in her voice, so I reassure her, “No, nothing major. Just some stuff I have to do when we get back home.”

“Well,” she says, turning her body to mine, “I say, don’t think about work now. Think about that when we’re home. We’re in Thailand. And we have the whole day to explore.” She grins.

Her smile infects me, tilting my lips up. “You’re right. No more work. Just fun for the rest of the day, babe.”

Something hot and smoky flashes through her eyes.

She likes that I called her babe.

Interesting.

Maybe Morgan and I are more of similar minds than I realized.

The let’s-get-naked-and-fuck kind of minds.

Jesus, I’m so fucking tempted to jump her right now.

But I hold back.

She’s been looking forward to going sightseeing, and she deserves to have some fun after all the hard work she’s put in with the Ananda deal.

So, I’ll hold off for as long as possible before I stick my moves on her. And then stick it in her.

God, I’m such a romantic.

Our driver pulls the limo up outside the Hot Springs. I tell him to wait for us, and then Morgan and I exit the vehicle.

Morgan and I argue over who’s paying the entry fee. In the end, I lie and tell her that I’m charging it to the company, but I pay it myself. It’s the only way she’d let me pay.