by Sienna Skye
Of course, I also kept an eye on the guys to see if they needed any help with unwanted female attention. For a while we had signals, so we would know whether one of us needed to be saved or if the attention was wanted and all was good. After some time, the signals were rarely needed as we learned to read each other quite well. Hunter was really hooked on Jen and it was clear he wasn’t seeking any attention from overly friendly females. While he attracted a lot of attention from women, I only had to intervene once.
Surprisingly, Morgan did not seem interested in any of the women who were being none too subtle about their attraction. He was rather obvious about his disinterest, which was unusual because we always tried to avoid any uncomfortable encounters at these events. Mainly because we knew we would be called into Parker’s office and have to listen to one of his lectures. The most forward woman I saw trying to get his attention was rather well put together and poised and was probably at least 70, but looking damn good for her age. She was caressing Morgan’s bicep, clearly mesmerized by it. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as I walked by. He seemed surprised I didn’t pick up on his body language, but I had and was having a little fun. Then he scratched his cheek, one of the older signals we had used. I blinked my eyes at him like I was confused. It took a moment, but he realized I was messing with him and I saw the challenge in his eyes. Eventually, I walked up, made my apologies and explained to his overzealous admirer there was a photographer looking to take some photos of him and Hunter. A blatant lie at the moment, but it worked.
As we walked away, he looked over at me, his eyebrows drawn low.
“Cut that one a little close to the wire, didn’t you?”
“Did I? I thought maybe you would want to try the cougar thing.”
Two expressions crossed his face. First, he was clearly calling me a wise ass, the second told me he had already been there and tried that. I didn’t want to think about that at all. Before he could read my jealousy, I made an excuse and walked away.
I was on my way to the ladies’ room, when my mother called me over. “Julia dear, come here please. I would like to introduce you to someone. This is Victor. Victor, this is my daughter, Julia.”
“Our daughter, dear.” Parker softly chastised. Oh for crying out loud. You couldn’t make this crap up.
I smiled politely and shook his hand. His hand lingered a little too long and was a little too sweaty for my liking. I pulled my hand back and tried not to make it obvious that I wanted to wipe it clean on my dress.
“Victor was just commenting on how lovely you looked tonight. He is CEO of DBR Industries.” DBR Industries was a major contributor to Parker’s campaign. My mother started droning on, but the words never really reached my brain. Victor, CEO of DBR made me very uncomfortable. He was easily in his early fifties. Dark hair and eyes. A bit of a stocky build, kind of tall. But, the most distinct thing about him was that he gave me the creeps. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and as my mother continued on, I suddenly felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. It was time to go.
I tried to excuse myself, but Victor, CEO of DBR, grabbed my arm. I flinched and tensed under his touch. He gave me a lecherous smile and asked me why I was running off so quickly. It wasn’t as if he had a tight grip, but I was getting grossed out by the way his thumb was caressing my arm. I looked at my mother and then Parker as if to ask them if they could see what was happening, but it became all too apparent to me that they were absolutely fine with it. Were they kidding me? I tried to pull away, but his hand held fast. He started to step into my space and I readied myself to once again to try to step away. A second later, Morgan walked up and wrapped his hand around my upper arm. So now, I had him holding my upper arm and Victor, CEO of whatever the hell it was, grabbing my forearm.
“Hey, Jules, I just saw some old friends who were asking for you. Come sweetheart, let’s go see them. Excuse us, please.” He spoke to me, but never took his eyes off of Victor. Victor’s hand didn’t move for a moment and out of the corner of my eye, I caught the look of challenge on Morgan’s face. The two stared at each other. Morgan was taller, more muscular, and more imposing than Victor and it was clear to me that he was issuing him an unspoken challenge. Victor must have noticed it too, because he finally dropped his hand. Morgan gently pulled me, still holding my upper arm, and then wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “You ok?”
“Yeah. Thanks for coming over. That guy creeped me out.” I shivered for a second and he pulled me closer and rubbed his hand up and down my arm.
Hunter walked over and taking in our expressions could easily size up that something was wrong. “Okay, what did I miss?”
“I’m not sure, but I think our parents just tried to barter me off to some guy in order to seal the deal on his campaign contribution.” I could feel anger and tension radiating off of Morgan.
“What the fuck? Are you serious?”
“The guy definitely felt like he had some kind of claim because when Morgan came over to intervene, he started a mini pissing match with him.”
“I really wanted to break his fucking hand.” Morgan’s tone was sharp.
“Please point this asshole out to me. I want to make sure to run interference if he tries to get near you again.”
For the rest of the night, one or both of them were always at my side. At one point I noticed Hunter having a conversation of sorts with Victor. It was a one sided conversation where Hunter did all the talking. Then I watched as Hunter pulled Parker aside and had a heated discussion with him. For whatever reason, Parker always put more stock into what Hunter said than what Morgan did.
The party was still going on when Hunter said he was expecting Jen and was going to head out to meet her. Morgan and I decided we were ready to call it a night as well. The three of us walked out, splitting up when Hunter headed out to the lobby and we walked to the elevator.
Morgan was once again strangely quiet on the ride up to our floor. Maybe he was still tense from the Victor thing? He pulled his tie and it hung loose around his neck. He had unbuttoned his jacket and the first couple of buttons of his shirt. He was leaning back against the elevator railing, his hands behind him and his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He didn’t look angry, but there was something that was just not the same about him. He had been looking down at his feet, but feeling me look at him, he raised his eyes to look up at me with that intense emerald gaze. I couldn’t quite read him, and it was a little disconcerting.
The elevator door opened, and he led me down the hall, his hand pressing into the small of my back.
“Is your room okay? I’ll stop in so we can order room service and then go to my room to get changed.”
“My room is fine.” His voice was low and soft. I turned to look at him, but again, his expression left me guessing.
He let us into his room and I walked over to the table to look at the room service menu.
“I really didn’t eat much tonight, so I could probably do some damage here. Do you know what you want?” I stood there scanning the menu when I felt him walk up behind me and pull me into a hug, my back pressed against his chest.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to break that guy’s hand. I wanted to beat the shit out of him for grabbing you like that.”
Damn. That whole incident bothered him a lot more than I had thought. His tension was palpable.
“I guess it reminded me a little too much of what happened to you back in high school.”
“But, it wasn’t the same at all. I’m okay. You handled the situation. You both kept an eye out for me the rest of the night. It’s over. Now we get to share gossip, watch movies, and pig out. Plus, this time we get the added entertainment of talking about what Hunter’s doing with Jen.”
He kissed the top of my head. It was a gesture he had done many times before. “I don’t want to talk about what Hunter is doing.” He was silent for a moment like he was weighing his words. “I want to do what Hunter is
doing.”
I kept staring down at the menu, so he couldn’t see my face. Morgan hooking up with some woman was not something I wanted to think about.
“Oh. Well, I can go back to my room if there is someone you had your eye on…”
“I definitely have had my eye on someone…for quite some time now. And I do not want you to go back to your room.”
“You don’t?” I choked out. I tried to process his words and the fact that his body pressed up against mine. My heart was trying to jump right out of my chest. I was afraid to believe what I was thinking.
“No, I don’t.” He pulled my hair back and kissed me behind my ear and then paused as if gauging my reaction. When I didn’t pull away, he continued placing slow tender kisses all down my neck. Then he moved his mouth back up to my ear. “You look so damn beautiful tonight, Jules. You always look beautiful, but tonight you took my breath away.”
“I did?” My voice sounded breathy even to my own ears. Apparently, I was incapable of speaking more than two words at a time. I tilted my head, allowing him more access to my neck.
“You did. It drove me crazy seeing all those men watching you, wanting you.” More kisses down my neck, his hands holding my hips. “I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t. I just can’t do it anymore. I want you, Jules. I have for such a long time. I tried to fight it. I swear I did. I just… please I need to know what you are thinking right now.”
I answered him the only way I could. Honestly.
“I have wanted that for a long time too, Morgan.”
He stilled, then turned me to face him, cupping my face in his hands.
“Is that really true? God, please tell me it’s true.” The words came out in a hushed, pleading whisper, his eyes searching mine for the truth.
I ran my hands up his chest and gently fisted his shirt. “Yes. Absolutely true.”
A brief smile flashed across his face before he leaned in and kissed me. Three slow tender kisses before his tongue found mine. I had imagined so many times what it would be like to kiss him, but nothing I had envisioned lived up to the reality. He kissed me slowly, leisurely. His lips soft against mine. His mouth tasting slightly of cinnamon. I couldn’t keep my hands out of his hair, loving the softness as I ran my fingers through it. Morgan grabbed a handful of my hair and gently tugged my head back, exposing my throat to him. He kissed his way down my throat to the swell of my breast. He ran a finger along the top of my dress before he dipped it just under the fabric, slowly running his fingertip back and forth.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening. I’ve fantasized about it a thousand times, Jules.”
“Me too. I wore this dress tonight and got all done up because I wanted you to notice me. “
“Believe me, I noticed. When I saw you it took all the strength I had not to toss you over my shoulder and carry you back into your room. I knew I was fighting a losing battle trying to stay away from you.”
“Good, because I don’t want you to stay away.”
I pulled his tie off and then moved on to his jacket, letting them both fall to the floor. Slowly, I went to work on the buttons of his shirt, running my fingers down his chest and over the ridges of his abs. When I rid him of his shirt, I took a moment to stop and appreciate the man standing in front of me. His muscled arms and broad chest, those washboard abs, and that freaking sexy as hell “v” that dipped down into his pants. Pants that really needed to come off. I saw him smile as I stared shamelessly at his body.
“As sexy as this dress is, I really need to take it off you. Now.” He pushed both of my arms straight up into the air and then pulled my dress off up and over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so now I stood before him in only my red satin panties and my heels. “Christ, Jules. You are so fucking gorgeous.” He stood there for a moment just looking me up and down. I felt my breathing accelerate under his perusal. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” In one quick move, he latched his mouth over a nipple, sucking it, as his hand stroked my other breast.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes, my breaths coming fast and shallow. “Oh God, Morgan.” I held his head against me, not wanting him to stop. His tongue swirled around my nipple before he gently took it between his teeth and pulled ever so gently. The sensation was so incredibly intense, I felt my clit start to throb. I squeezed my legs together trying to relieve the ache.
He straightened, cupping a hand on my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. Then he smiled and stepped away. He knelt down on the floor, gently removing one of my shoes and then the other. Keeping my eyes captured by his, he removed my panties, and then stood back up and kissed me again.
He kicked off his shoes as I worked quickly to remove his pants. I felt him pull off his socks and then there he was standing in front of me wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. I kissed his neck, his chest, swirled my tongue over one nipple then the other. I ran a finger down his happy trail and then slipped my thumbs into his briefs and pushed them down until he stepped out of them.
Holy. Where the hell was I going to put that?
I grabbed his cock, but he was so thick, my hand couldn’t fit all the way around. I stroked him, slowly at first, but as I watched him grow harder, felt his thickness in my hand, my desire flamed, and I began to move faster. He closed his eyes and moaned my name, his pleasure making me feel like a siren. In that moment there was nothing I wanted more than for me to be the one to make him lose control. His breathing came fast and hard, his body taut and still. Then suddenly, he reached out and stopped my hand.
“If you keep that up, I will never make it to where I want to be.” He kissed me again before turning me around once more. He kissed the side of my neck while one hand moved to my breast.
“Look at us in the mirror, sweetheart. See how fucking hot this is.”
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror as his other hand moved down my belly, down further, over my bare skin. He was right. It was provocative…sensual…erotic, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“You are so smooth. So soft.” He spoke the words as he watched my eyes in the mirror. Then he circled my clit with two fingers, his movements slow and deliberate. He placed more kisses on my neck, nipping my skin, then soothing it with his tongue. “How do you want my mouth on you? Tell me how you like it.”
“What you’re doing. I like what you are doing.”
“No, baby. I mean, how do you like your pussy licked?”
“I…I don’t…I’ve never had anyone do that before.”
That stopped him and once again he spoke to me in the mirror. “What about Ernie? He never…”
“Ethan.”
“Don’t care. Seriously, he never…”
“No.” My answer was rushed. He really needed to stop talking. Sensing my frustration, he laughed.
“Don’t worry, I will figure it out. I’ll make you feel good. Come here.” He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, placing me in the middle of the king-sized bed, and then climbed over me. I loved the feeling of his weight on me as he kissed me. His erection pressed against me and I wiggled my hips to get some friction. God, I needed some friction.
“I’m going to take care of you, baby. Promise.” Then he was down between my legs, pressing my thighs open with his hands as the flat of his tongue moved over my clit. Slow, circular movements. My head arched back and I gripped the sheets with my hands. He dipped one finger inside me and then added a second. His fingers slid in and out, my arousal evident. When he took my clit in his mouth and sucked I thought I would lose my mind. My hips shot off the bed and he gently placed his free hand on my stomach, coaxing me back down. He drew his tongue in slow circles again and I started to beg.
“Just like that! Don’t stop!” I came fast and hard. My thighs closed tight around his head. I screamed his name, unashamed of how loud I was or how my body shook.
He slowly worked me until I came back down, then placed gentle kisses on the inside of my thighs.
“That was amazing.”
“I’m glad I could make you feel so good. You are so incredibly sexy when you come.”
“Evan sure as hell did not know what he was doing.”
Still between my legs, he looked up at me and smirked. “Ethan.”
“Don’t care.”
He kept his eyes on mine while once again he slipped two fingers inside me. He worked those fingers in a rhythmic beckoning motion against my front wall. The sensation so unique, my body immediately started to tense.
“Relax into it sweetheart. Just let it go.” His gaze never wavered from mine. I took a few breaths and my body relaxed. “That’s it. There you go.”
A moment later I felt a warm gush of fluid between my legs. Morgan moved his fingers faster, his eyes dark with desire. What the hell had just happened? I averted my eyes, embarrassed.
He was positioned over me in a heartbeat. “Look at me, Jules. Never be embarrassed by your body’s reaction to me. Never.” He gently grabbed my chin and turned my face back to him. “That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. You just squirted all over my hand and now you are so wet and ready for me.” He kissed me before he sat up and started to get off the bed. “I need to grab a condom.”
“Morgan.”
“What?”
“Don’t.”
He assumed I was still uncomfortable. “Have you changed —”
“No, I mean I don’t think we need the condom. I’m on the pill. I’m clean. If you are, I would rather not use it.”
“Yes, I’m clean. Are you sure?”
I crawled over to him and sucked gently on his earlobe. “I want to feel you inside me, skin to skin. I want to feel when you come inside me.”
“Damn, Jules.” I saw the heat in his eyes and he pushed me back down on the bed, crawling over me, moving like a panther on the prowl. He saw when I glanced hesitantly down at his cock. He was long and very thick. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’ll start off easy.”
