I wake up to the sound of my cell ringing.

We’re still on the sofa. Morgan is plastered to my chest, like an electric blanket, but surprisingly, I like it.

I like having her here, sleeping with me.

It’s something I was sure I would never want—until she came along, that is.

She stirs, groaning softly, as she comes around.

“Was that your phone?” she murmurs.

“Mmhmm.”

“What time is it?”

“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?”

“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.”

She rips open the condom with her teeth and saunters over to me with a hot promise in her eyes. And I can’t fucking wait to take her up on it.