Twenty-Five

Patrick

When I left the gym, the sky was already dark. I texted Morgan to let her know I was leaving. It wasn’t strange that I hadn’t heard from her since lunch. I doubted she’d actually eaten lunch when she texted me. She didn’t normally get out of work for another hour or two, if I was that lucky. So, I had some time to kill.

I was glad that I’d taken a shower at the gym, but, fuck, I was already feeling drained. I wanted a beer and some comfort food before passing out. Wake up and deal with the aftermath of that conversation with my boss tomorrow.

As I pulled up, I noticed a black Mercedes parked in front of my house. “What the hell?”

I parked my truck in the garage and then hurried outside. And there she was. Morgan was sitting in her car in the dark with her head on the steering wheel. I knocked on the window, and she jumped nearly out of her skin. She rolled down the window.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she cried over the sound of rap music blasting through the speakers.

“What are you listening to?”

“‘Hypnotize.’”

“Yeah, I know. I mean…since when do you listen to The Notorious B.I.G.?”

“Don’t dis one of the masters.”

I held my hands up. “You are an enigma wrapped in a mystery.”

She turned down the music as it changed to “Big Poppa.” “You’ll have to accept that there will always be something more for you to learn about me.”

“I look forward to that.”

She smiled brilliantly before hopping out of her car.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you leaving work this early?”

Her smile disappeared. “Ugh, Jensen. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Come inside. I’ll cook us dinner.”

I didn’t really want to talk to her about my day either. And it was clear by the look on her face that she really didn’t need to know.

“That would be great,” she said with a relieved sigh.

I changed out of my suit for the third time today and into sweats. Morgan had stashed clothes here since she came over so often late at night and didn’t want to go home. I got distracted as she stripped out of her suit.

“Why don’t we stop right there?” I suggested when she was down to her bra and thong.

“Because you’re all the way across the room.” She teased her bra strap down and bit her lip.

Fuck, I could just devour her.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Most you’re going to get.”

I strode across the room and tugged her against me. Our mouths collided, and all the frustration bottled up in us came loose at the seams. Whatever I hadn’t been able to unravel at the gym was pushed into that kiss. That maybe this moment here with her would help. I shoved her back into the footboard, and she toppled backward onto the bed with an irresistible giggle.

“Come here,” she said, hooking her finger at me.

My eyes roamed her body. Everything about her was seductive as fuck. And it would be so easy to forget myself in her. But it also wasn’t exactly healthy. It was the kind of behavior I’d indulged in before Morgan. I wanted to have sex with her. Shit, I wanted to fuck her into next Tuesday, but I didn’t want to do it to forget. I didn’t want her to do it to forget either.

I crawled on the bed toward her. She smiled coyly up at me, but I just pulled her against my chest.

“You don’t want to?” she asked, surprised.

“Oh, I do.”

“Then, why…”

“For one, you haven’t eaten today.”

“What’s your obsession with food?”

“And, two, when I fuck you, I want to be the only thing on your mind.”

She huffed. “I can multitask.”

I brushed my lips against her ear. “When you multitask, I want it to be because you’re fucking me and screaming my name at the same time.”

“Patrick,” she gasped, sitting up and glaring at me. “You say those things and then don’t fuck me?”

“I’m going to fuck you, Mor,” I promised. “But after I take care of you first.”

She flopped back on the bed. “So unfair.”

I laughed gruffly and then slid down between her legs. I grabbed a knee and moved it to my shoulder as I kissed my way up her leg. I trailed my fingers down her sensitive inner thigh, and my lips followed, stopping just before the apex and then moving up the other leg. She writhed her hips, aching for me to move back to where she wanted.

I took my time in getting back between her legs. Then, I put my mouth against the lace of her thong and blew hot air on her pussy through the material. She moaned out loud. It was a satisfying sound, to say the least.

I hooked one finger underneath her thong and slowly slid it down her legs. I tossed it to the ground with a sly smile.

When I moved back to that spot where she so desperately wanted me, I pushed her hips down to the mattress and then brought my tongue to her clit. I licked slowly and languidly up and down until she was making these adorable mewling noises. Then, I gently nibbled on her as her pussy pulsed in anticipation. Just as she was trying to escape my insistent movement, I sucked on her clit, causing her to scream. And, still, I didn’t stop. I slicked two fingers through her wetness before inserting them into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, panting around her words.

I wanted her to feel this. I wanted to drag her pleasure out. I wanted every orgasm I could milk from her body.

She needed the release like no one else I knew. And this was definitely one way that I could take care of her. She needed someone who was present for her. She was so complex and not used to people who could keep up with her. We might be opposites, but it didn’t matter. I was determined to give her all the things that she didn’t even know she needed.

As I curled my finger inside her, touching the G-spot, she cried out with release. Her walls contracted around my fingers. Her hips bucked off the bed, even as I tried to hold her down, as she rode out the wave. Her face was pure ecstasy.

And, even though I was rock solid from her orgasm, I was feeling pretty satisfied myself.

Finally, she lay flat again on the bed. Her chest was heaving and eyes closed.

“That was…”

“I thought you should come at least once before dinner.”

“My turn?” she asked, eyeing my bulging cock.

“I’ll let you reciprocate later. I wanted this to be all about you.”

“How did I get so lucky?” she whispered.

“I’m the lucky one.”

Her eyes drooped as the tension finally left her body, and she relaxed back into the bed. She looked like she could fall asleep right then and there. And, as someone who was notorious for sleeping less than six hours a night—sometimes only as much as three or four hours—it wouldn’t even be a bad idea for her to get a solid twelve hours in.

“Jensen is worried about our relationship,” she muttered.

I froze. “What? I thought he was fine?”

“I thought so, too.”

“What happened between the party and Monday morning?”

She shrugged. “He remembered I was CEO?”

“He was both married and dating at one point or another when he was CEO.”

“I know. He said, and I quote, ‘Would it kill you to wait a year?’”

“What the hell does he think a year will do?”

She shook her head and sighed heavily. She found her discarded underwear and changed into leggings and a T-shirt before she answered me, “He thinks I’ll be more secure in my career. Right now, I’m an untested CEO. He said the first year is the most important and that it sets the precedent. He doesn’t want the board to doubt me.”

“Isn’t he on the board? Can’t he tell them to trust him and you?”

“No. I’m being tested in my new position. He claims that they want me to succeed, but I have to prove myself. And my fucking uncle is not helping anything.”

“Did he do something else?”

“Besides try to sabotage me and our relationship?” she snapped.

“Right. He’s done enough.”

“And Jensen won’t listen to me about this. I’m supposed to suck it up. I can throw down with the best of them, but this is different. And, now, Jensen has invited Owen and my cousins to his ribbon-cutting ceremony next weekend. He told me I had to play nice.” She rolled her eyes dramatically and made a vulgar gesture.

“Is it even possible for you to tone down your sarcasm?”

“I do fine in professional settings, thank you very much!”

“I know. Maybe you should take Jensen’s lead on this one. Kill your uncle with kindness.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’d rather kill him with my well-pointed sarcastic wit.”

I laughed. “Come on. Let’s not stress about it yet. I think I have some chicken curry and rice.”

Her stomach grumbled just then, and she laughed. “I guess I am hungry.”

I arched an eyebrow and ushered her out of the bedroom.

“Sorry I unloaded on you,” she said as we wandered into the kitchen.

“It’s all right.”

“Your text earlier was obscure. Why did you leave work early?”

I stared down into her big brown eyes. She finally looked relaxed and happy again. She was too young to be like stressed all the time. She didn’t need me to add more stress to her life. Let alone something as stupid as issues with my boss.

“I went to the gym.”

“Twice in one day?” she asked. “Who are you trying to impress?”

“You, hopefully,” I said, tugging her in for a kiss.

“You don’t have to impress me, Patrick. Life is better when I’m with you.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “I couldn’t agree more.”