Morgan and I are lying in my bed on our sides, facing each other. And, of course, we’re both naked.

Morgan’s fingers are sifting through my hair, and I’m beyond relaxed.

After we got back from brunch, we took a shower together, and I tried out the massage setting on her, like I’d said I would.

Let’s just say, it works really well. She came like a motherfucker. And the blow job I received afterward in thanks had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Brunch was fun,” she says softly. “It was nice, seeing Dom and Cooper again.”

“Yeah. They enjoyed seeing you, too.” And I know that for a fact because they both texted me afterward to tell me in their own unique ways that they thought Morgan was awesome and that I should bring her to brunch more often.

And I want to.

I want to bring her with me every fucking week. I want to be with her at work all day and have her in my bed every night.

But I still don’t know where she’s at on the subject of us. If she even sees me and her as an us.

All I know is that I’m fucking crazy about her, and I want her in every way possible. I’m hoping that she wants the same.

“I can’t believe it’s Sunday already.” She sighs. “The weekend has gone by so fast but slow as well, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” I know exactly what she means.

“Back to work tomorrow,” she says. The way she says it doesn’t sound entirely happy, and I take that as a positive sign.

I know she loves her job, so I’m hoping it’s because she doesn’t want this right here between us to end.

She starts to massage my scalp with her fingers, and it feels frigging amazing. My eyes close at the sensation.

“Wilder…”

“Morgan.”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

I pop one eye open. Then, the other joins it.

“Sure.” My heart starts to beat a little faster in my chest.

“Well…” She pauses and chews on the corner of her lip. “I was just wondering…”

“What?” Say it, for Christ’s sake, because I’m fucking dying here.

“What is…this?” She points her finger to my chest and then hers.

I hold back the smile I feel. Because she’s just shown me her hand. She’s so on the fucking same page as me that we could write a book together.

But, now that I know she wants an us, I decide to play with her a little.

I might be crazy about her, but this is me we’re talking about here.

“What is what?” I glance down at my chest, then to hers, and then back to her face.

Her brows are furrowed. “This…us…what we’re doing here.”

“Well, babe, it’s called fucking. But I thought you knew that already.”

“Funny. Asshole.” She shoves away from me, rolling onto her back.

I follow her, chuckling. I roll on top of her, taking her in my arms. I stare down at her. “I’m messing with you, babe.”

I brush my lips over hers and meet resistance at first, but she caves quickly.

“What do you want this to be?”

“I asked first.”

“Well”—I kiss her again—“I was kinda hoping that we’d keep doing what we’re doing.”

She lets out a breath, her eyes going to the ceiling.

Okay, so that’s not the response I was hoping for.

Shit. Maybe I read this wrong, and she doesn’t want a relationship.

“Look, Wilder…”

Her eyes come back to mine, but I can’t read them.

Jesus…is she about to give me the it-was-fun-an’-all-but-I’m-done line?

“I know how you live your life, and I think I might have given you the wrong impression when I told you that I had a threesome. But I was actually in a relationship with one of the guys when that happened. It was something that my boyfriend at the time wanted to try. He was bisexual. And I wasn’t really sure, but I did it for him. Anyway…it actually ended up breaking us up because it made me all paranoid that I wasn’t enough for him.

“So, what I’m trying to say is that I’m not the kind of girl who can share. And, if I’m with someone, then I’m with only him. One-night stands or weekend hook-ups aren’t usually my thing, but this is you, and…” She blows out a breath. “Look, I understand if you want to leave it here. I just wanted you to know that I can’t be with you while you’re with other women.”

Can I just say that my heart is doing cartwheels in my chest right now? In a totally manly way, of course.

“Babe”—I frame her face with my hands—“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly interested in anyone else right now.”

“But what if—”

“There are no what-ifs. I’m mad about you, Morgan. And I have been since the day I walked into my office and saw you sitting there. I don’t and I won’t ever want anyone else but you.”

She smiles, and it’s fucking incandescent. “Really?”

“Really.” I smile.

“And what about work?” she asks.

“What about work?”

“Well, how is this…us being together, going to work there?”

I shrug. “I figure it’ll be the same as before—except, now, I get to nail you on my desk anytime I want.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I meant, with everyone else.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on inviting them to watch, babe.”

“I mean, do you think we should keep our relationship under wraps for the time being?”

“Huh. I don’t know. Maybe. Is that what you want?”

“I don’t want to hide us, but then I also think maybe we should.”

“Because of our seniority at the company?”

“Yeah, that, and…”

“You’re worried about my mom and dad.”

She bites the inside of her cheek. “Yeah…but I also feel a bit weird about Sierra.”

“Sierra? Why?” I frown.

Her eyes lock on to mine. “Because you slept with her.”

“So?” I shrug, and instantly, I realize it was the wrong thing to do. “Babe, there’s nothing to feel weird about. What Sierra and I had…well, we didn’t have anything. It was a one-off. It meant nothing.”

“To you maybe. But she did try to seduce you that time in your office, and I see the way she looks at you.”

“She doesn’t look at me in any way.”

Morgan rolls her eyes at me, like I’m clueless. “I’m her boss, Wilder, and I don’t like knowing that she knows you like I know you.”

“She doesn’t know me like you do.” No one does.

“I meant, in the biblical sense. She’s seen you naked.”

“Oh, well, if it helps, I don’t know what she looks like biblically. To be honest, I don’t really remember anything about that night.”

“It doesn’t help. Not one little bit.”

“Okay, so I should just keep my mouth shut about it then.”

“Probably best.”

Eyes on the ceiling, her mouth knitted into a tight line, she starts chewing on the inside of her cheek again.

“Babe…”

“Mmhmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

She brings her eyes back to mine.

“For the Sierra thing,” I clarify.

“It’s not your fault.” She sighs. “You couldn’t have known that I was going to hire her. And it’s my issue to get past.”

“Well, even so, I am sorry.”

She brushes her fingers over my cheek. “I’m sorry it bothers me so much.”

“Babe, trust me, if this were the other way around, I’d have beaten the guy to death by now.”

She giggles, but I’m not fucking kidding. Just the thought of her and another guy makes me want to commit murder.

“Wilder?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Kiss me.”

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her soft, unhurried.

But that doesn’t last long; it never does with us.

Soon, we’re writhing and clawing at each other’s bodies, and I’m desperate to be inside her.

I reach for the drawer on my nightstand where I put the condoms.

I’d never kept them in there before, always in my wallet or my car. I’d never had a reason to keep them in my nightstand because I never fucked anyone in here—until her.

I locate the box and—

Fuck, it’s empty.

“Shit.” I groan, dropping my head to her shoulder.

She’s panting beneath me. “What?”

“I’m out of rubbers.”

“Shit,” she breathes. “What are we gonna do?”

“Well, I can either run to the store with a stiffy. Or we go oral. Your call, babe. But so you know, I can’t run fast with a boner.”

She giggles, but it fades off quickly. “There is a third option,” she says quietly.

I know exactly what she’s thinking because, honestly, the thought has crossed my mind, too. And not just now, but at other times as well.

I’ve never gone without a condom before. Aside from STDs, can anyone say unwanted pregnancy?

But the thought of being with her, like that, it does something to me that I can’t explain.

“Is that something…you would want?”

She blinks up at me, eyes wide. “Yeah. I mean, I’m on the pill. I’m clean. And I trust you, Wilder.”

The knowledge of that, that she trusts me, tears my chest wide open. “I trust you, too, babe. And I’m clean. I swear.”

She lifts up, bringing her mouth close to mine, and she stares into my eyes. “I trust you,” she reiterates. Then, she kisses me.

I grab a handful of her hair and angle her head, taking over the kiss. I kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

Kneeing her legs apart, I settle her head back down to the pillow and come to rest between her legs.

I can feel her damp heat pressing against my cock.

Keeping my mouth on hers, I lift my hips, rubbing my length along her pussy. Then, finding her entrance, I push the tip of my cock inside. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

She’s hot and snug and…like nothing I’ve ever felt.

I keep pushing inside her until I’m in to the hilt.

I hold still, my dick throbbing inside her. Her pussy feels like a tight, wet fist around my cock.

“Wilder…please…I need you to move,” she whimpers.

“Just…” My eyes are squeezed shut. Sweat is beading on my forehead. “Babe, if I move, I’ll come.”

“I don’t care.” She kisses me. “I need you.”

She needs me.

My eyes flash open. I pull out to the tip and slam back inside.

“Yes! Like that! Keep doing that. Fuck me, Wilder.”

My control snaps, and I start thrusting my cock in and out of her. Harder with every move.

“You. Feel. Fucking. Incredible,” I grind out. My hips are snapping back and forth, my balls slapping her ass. I tilt forward a touch, knowing that the angle will cause my cock to rub against her clit.

“God, Wilder. If you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the plan, baby.” I grin cockily. Then, I make the mistake of meeting her eyes, and all my bravado slips away.

Have you ever been to the top of a really tall building?

I have. About five years ago, I was in Shanghai on business, and while I was there, I went to the Oriental Pearl Tower. It has a glass sightseeing floor about a thousand feet up from the ground.

It’s the weirdest sensation, being up there, standing on it. Knowing that the only thing keeping you from falling is a glass floor.

It’s like fear and exhilaration, all at the same time.

And that’s what I feel like right now, staring down into Morgan’s eyes.

“Wilder,” she moans.

Her body contracts as she starts to come, which triggers my own orgasm. Bare for the first time ever, I come, spilling everything I have inside her.

“Wow,” she whispers. “That was…wow.”

“Yeah.” But I can barely speak because it’s all so suddenly clear. The inability to want anyone but her. The need to be with her all the fucking time.

“Hey, you okay?” She runs her fingers over my cheek.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because you look…”

She tilts her head to the side, appraising me, and I swear, I stop breathing because I’m sure she can see it written all over my face.

“I don’t know. You look different somehow.”

I swallow down. “It’s probably just because we had sex without a condom for the first time.”

“Yeah? And how was that for you?”

Well…

“It was good,” I croak out.

She laughs. “Don’t go crazy there, Wilder.”

Yeah, because the last thing we want is for me to go crazy and realize something, like…oh, I don’t know…that I’m madly in love with you.

Oops. Already did that.

Fuck.