Page 91 of Under Her

“No clue.” I rub the sleep from my eyes.

She pushes up from me and sits up, straddling my waist. The sheet that was covering us pools around her hips. Her hair is all mussed up from sleep. Her eyes lazily stare down at me.

She looks like a goddess.

My dick perks up and says, Hello, baby.

I’ve already got morning wood, but I’d be hard as a rock without it because that’s the effect she has on me.

And it has been far too long since I was last inside her.

I slide my hands around her waist and lift her back to sit on my cock. She’s hot and wet against my length. I bite back a moan.

Her eyes glitter with lust. She shifts her hips a touch, causing friction against my dick, and I see stars.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Do that again.”

“I will,” she says. “But, first, I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Aw, babe. You’re killing me here. Can’t you wait until we’re done?” I rotate my hips, grinding against her pretty pussy, hoping to entice her to stay.

“Nope. Not unless you’re into golden showers, that is.”

She quirks a brow, and it’s impossible not to laugh.

God, she’s so frigging awesome.

“Go.” I give her ass a pat. “And be quick.”

She hops off me, and I watch her walk out of the room.

I sit up and get my cell from the coffee table.

Jesus, it’s two in the afternoon. And the missed call is from my mom.

I was supposed to check in with her and Dad when I got back last night, but I forgot because I had other things on my mind—Morgan—and also on my cock—also Morgan.

I hit redial and put the phone to my ear.

“He’s alive!” my mom calls out in a teasing voice.

“Sorry, I meant to call.”

“Well, as long as you’re okay. I was just about to send your father round to your place to check on you.”

Good thing I called then; otherwise, my dad would have gotten one hell of an eyeful of his other CEO.

“I’m fine.”

“How was Thailand?”

“Great.”

“And Ananda?”

“Good.”

“Have I gone back in time about twenty years?”