Page 92 of Under Her

“What?”

“You and the one-worded answers. It’s like having a conversation with preteen Wilder.”

“Funny.” I roll my eyes, like a preteen. “Sorry, I’m just tired.” I rub my eyes again.

“Are you jet-lagged?”

“Yeah.” And worn out from all the sex I’ve been having with Morgan. But we’ll leave that little nugget of info out of the conversation.

“Okay, darling. We’ll talk properly when we’re back in the office, but I just wanted to check that everything went well with Ananda.”

“Yeah, it went fine. Niran’s great, really easy to get along with, which will help when dealing with him going forward. The factory setup is perfect. They have definite room for expansion, too, if needed. And the material…it’s top-notch. You’re gonna be really happy with it.”

“And Morgan? How did she get on?”

Well, Mom, she got on and off quite a lot of times over the last few days.

But I’m pretty sure that’s not what you meant.

“She did great. Really great. Did you know that she speaks four foreign languages?”

My mom chuckles. “Of course I knew. I saw her résumé when we approached her to hire her.”

Duh. Course she did.

“Yeah, well, it was cool that she was able to converse with Niran and his wife in their own language. I think it really made a difference, you know.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I won’t keep you, honey. Go get some sleep, and I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Okay, Mom.”

I hang up and place my cell on the table.

“So, I did great, huh?”

I turn my head to the sound of Morgan’s voice.

She’s standing in the doorway that leads to the hallway, leaning against the frame. And she’s no longer naked. She’s wearing the T-shirt I gave her last night.

“You’re dressed.” I frown. “Didn’t we have a whole conversation about not wearing clothes?”

Her eyebrow lifts, and I know she’s waiting for an answer to her question.

“Yes, you did great work with Ananda, but you already knew that. Now, take the fucking T-shirt off,” I command.

She pushes off the doorframe and yanks the T-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor.

“Better?” she says with sass.

God, she’s fucking sexy. I am the luckiest bastard ever.

“Much.” I swing my legs up onto the sofa and recline back. I take my cock in my hand and give him a firm upstroke.

Her eyes ignite like a match has just been struck behind them. “So, where were we before I went to the bathroom?” Her voice sounds husky with sex.

I tip my cock in her direction. “You were about to climb up on here and give me the ride of my life.”

She lifts her hand, revealing a condom in it. “Well then, we’d better saddle you up, cowboy.”