Perfect Places

by T. N. King

  Threatening? Fuck yes. His very presence is threatening. “Umm, no.” She grasped her tight chest. “I-I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

  “No bother, Miss White at all. No worries, you are safe in this car.”

  Safe? Ellie thought. She then gazed around the garage. Not if he’s who I think he is.

  Hillborn was now at the elevator, just standing there, as if he’d been waiting for her to see him. He waved and then went to the stairs and disappeared.

  It was him!

  Ellie was entirely panicked now. What should she do? Why was he here? Her hands shook. She tried to pass it off. It couldn’t have been him. But he seemed to know her and it sure as hell looked like him. Oh, god. And what was he doing here in New York at Hunt Industries of all places? She needed to talk to Chance. He was the last person to see him.

  The door opened and she slid all the way over while gasping.

  “Ellie?” Morgan looked concerned.

  “Oh, oh, it’s you Morgan.”

  “Yes, I called Edward to unlock the door. Why are you scared and looking like you’ve seen a ghost?”

  Ellie laughed but wanted to cry at the same time. “Funny—you should say that!”

  Morgan got in.

  The limo pulled out and turned down through the lower levels.

  Morgan grabbed Ellie up. “What is it?”

  “N-nothing, really.”

  Embracing her tightly, he smoothed his hand over her back. “I’m so sorry about that mob. You didn’t need any upset while you are recuperating.”

  Ellie soaked in his warmth and the scent of him. She felt calmer now. Should she tell him? He seemed to be so happy with her and everything, except the press thing. And she didn’t want to remind him about Hillborn. It was the last thing they needed. They’d talked all that out and she especially wanted it left in the past. But would Hillborn stay in the past? If that were him, he would be right here in the now.

  Then there was the same factor as before. Morgan killing him. Or almost, if someone could even stop him. She knew this for sure. If Morgan ever caught sight of him, he would injure the man badly at best scenario.

  “Ellie?” he asked and pulled back to look at her face. “What is it, Sweetness?”

  Ellie paused. No more secrets wasn’t that what they’d agreed on or admitted in one of their talks? That type of behavior had caused them the most trouble. “I thought I saw…” Her voice faded away.

  “Saw?”

  “H-hillborn.”

  His expression changed to an iron hard look. “Where?”

  “I-in the parking garage.”

  Morgan looked like he was about explode.

  “Morgan?”

  He focused on her face and his expression softened.

  “But I only thought it was him. It wasn’t,” she added hastily.

  He raised a brow. “Ellie, you have been through a lot but you are also the bravest, most sensible woman I have ever known. Even with all that you’ve been through, I still think you know what’s what, babe.” He hugged her tighter. “I’ll ask Chance to look into this.”

  “O-okay, but Morgan. I do not want you to—to…”

  “What?”

  “To kill him and go to prison. I can’t lose you, not even for that reason.”

  He pulled back and looked at her. “I can’t promise what I’ll do if I see him.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  “I won’t allow us to be separated. Don’t worry. I will just hurt him a bit, okay? Like just enough to put him into traction and not a coffin.”

  Ellie stared at his serious face as he let a smile slip over those yummy looking lips of his. She laughed.

  He grasped her face and kissed her.

  Ellie melted into him and for a few wonderful moments, they just rode along and kissed breathlessly.

  The limo stopped and Morgan pulled his lips away.

  Ellie grunted as she grabbed his shirt collar, yanking him back to her mouth and kissing him soundly. Then she released him.

  “Aggressive? I think I like it.” He grinned. Reaching over, he tapped the console. “Edward, go and have a meal, some coffee and even some dessert.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Ellie stared at him.

  He paused a moment as he smoothed his fingers down her face.

  “Morgan?”

  He traced her neck, while licking his lips and staring at her mouth. “Mmm?”

  “What are we doing now?”

  “Well, we will be going shopping in a while.”

  “In a while?’ she asked.

  “Mm-hmm, but first I’ve decided that you haven’t come enough today.”

  Ellie’s eyes rounded as he unbuttoned her blouse, reached in and pulled her breast out of her bra, then the other one.

  “Oh!” she gasped and gazed around.

  “Tinted windows, babe,” he whispered as he thumbed her nipples.

  Her body shivered and she grew wet in her panties.

  Reaching under her skirt, he slipped his finger into her now wet panties. “Wet for me already?” He stroked her clit back and forth.

  “Duh, the second you first kissed me,” she whispered back as she rolled her eyes.

  He chuckled. “Well get ready, cause I’m going to have you gushing into those panties. I intend to ruin them completely.” He plunged a finger in and pinched a nipple.

  “Oh, Morgan…” Her body was instantly on fire.

  He then kissed her shoving his tongue into her mouth.

  Ellie was turned on immediately.

  Pulling his mouth away, he whispered, “Fuck my fingers Ellie.” He shoved two more in. “Up on your knees and I want to see you fuck them hard.”

  Ellie gushed some more at his naughty instructions as she complied.

  “I’m going to watch that sweet face as you come,” he said in warning.

  Ellie was panting hard as she raised up.

  Morgan turned his hand and adjusted himself, so he could watch her. He reached up and positioned her tits over the bra. “There… just like I like them, sticking out and ready to be played with.” He leaned forward and bit at one with his teeth as he stroked inside her with his fingers.

  Ellie was so turned on by his sensual moves and nasty talk as she raised up a bit then shoved herself down on his three fingers. “Hmmm,” she moaned.

  “Yes, that’s my girl. Fuck them good,” he urged in that deep sexy voice.

  Ellie did so, up and down.

  As she would go down, he would shove his fingers up. “You want it deeper? Take what I give you.” He shoved them up high.

  “Ahh,” she let out helplessly.

  “That’s it, fuck my fingers.” He then reached up and tweaked a nipple hard.

  Gasping, her body gave a little spasm.

  “Beautiful, just beautiful.” He tweaked the other one and thumbed her clit. “You like this?”

  She panted and nodded. “Y-yes, so much,” she answered breathlessly as she gyrated on his hand.

  “My nasty girl, yes…” He plunged his fingers up as she got wetter and wetter.

  “O-oh, Morgan…Unh.”

  “Come on my fingers, babe, let me feel you gush for me.”

  “Unh…ohhh!” she yelled out as he tweaked, pumped and thumbed her relentlessly. He played her body like an instrument and it had no choice but to sing for him.

  “I-I—Ohhhh.” She came hard on his fingers. She was gasping for air.

  “Yeah…you are a fucking goddess, Ellie.” He pulled her forward and kissed her as she came. Holding her with his arm around her waist and with his fingers inside her.

  The man gave no mercy when they had sex and she loved every minute of it. She was addicted to Morgan Hunt. Lost to him. It was too late to run now. Too late to change her mind and ever leave him. She was his in every sense of the word.

  Her body convulsed as he sucked on her tongue and she ruined her panties, just like he promised.

  CHAPTER E
IGHTEEN

  Morgan took her to Saks Fifth and sat there. He’d told her she was to model her new clothes for him.

  Ellie shyly came out wearing a pinstripe skirt and white silk blouse.

  He took her in. God, was she lovely and sexy as all hell. He nodded to a sales clerk.

  The clerk brought up three boxes and he looked them over. Shoes. He chose a box and grabbed it up.

  The clerk stepped all the way back.

  Morgan met Ellie’s curious gaze and she shivered a bit.

  He knew this all made her nervous. Huge expensive store, ritzy and only rich clientele. Morgan nodded to her.

  Ellie stepped forward in bare stocking feet.

  Grabbing her hand, he moved her over to a chair and sat her down. He removed the shoe from the box. A black pair of 3 inch pumps. Kneeling down in front of her, he caressed her small foot then his fingers roamed up her calf.

  Ellie gasped a little.

  Gazing up at her, he felt satisfied to see that gleam of heat in her baby blues. He slipped the shoe onto her foot and then the other. He caressed both calves and licked his lips. Then he nodded at her, raising up and lifting her from the chair.

  “W-what do I do now?” she asked nervously.

  He leaned in close. “First, you lose the nervous jitters, because you are the most graceful, fucking gorgeous woman here. My woman. Walk up the ramp for me and back down. I want to see you stroll for me, swinging those hips and showing me what I already know.”

  Tilting her head at him, she looked puzzled.

  “I know you are all class, sexy and more woman than almost I can handle.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Yes, Ellie this is how I see you. And you should embrace that.”

  Taking a deep breath, she strode over to the ramp again.

  Morgan watched her closely, never even blinking as she sashayed up. He was as hard as a fucking diamond while he watched her sweet ass in that tight little skirt. “Yes, babe.” He lowered his gaze past that lovely ass to her shapely legs. “The shoes are perfect.”

  Giggling, she went past the head of the ramp and back into the dressing room.

  Morgan motioned his head at the clerk standing up there. “Lingerie next.”

  The clerk nodded as a small smile slipped across her lips. She turned and followed Ellie.

  He hoped he could get through the lingerie modeling. If not, he would have to take Ellie into a dressing room and fuck her. His brow raised. If he slipped the clerks a thousand each, he might even get away with it. Damn, he’d never done such a thing, but he found that he was getting blue balls from this idea of his. He shouldn’t have insisted she model for him, it was killing him.

  Ellie came out in a pink teddy.

  Morgan sucked in a breath. Nope, he would not get through this safely. With hooded eyes, he watched her saunter toward him.

  Ellie smiled a little as she saw the look in his eyes.

  “Hot damn, babe!” His breath stuck in his throat.

  “You like it?” she asked as she stepped close.

  He grabbed her up and pulled her close. “I want to rip it off of your sweet body,” he seethed.

  Ellie’s eyes rounded. “Morgan, we’re in a store!”

  He shrugged. “I don’t care.”

  Her sweet pink mouth popped open in shock.

  Morgan stared at that mouth he wanted to ravage so badly then he laughed loudly.

  Ellie then seemed to relax. “Oh, you’re teasing me.” She looked relieved.

  Reaching under, he squeezed both of her ass cheeks with his hands.

  Ellie jolted forward. “OH!”

  He leaned close. “Am I?”

  Her eyes again got wide.

  He chuckled and smacked her ass. “Okay. I won’t embarrass you.” He gazed around for the clerk. Spotting her at the far side, he called out, “I want this one but in baby blue too. Then set up at least 4 evening gowns in her size, red, black, lavender and white. Dior, Versace and the like.”

  Ellie sucked in a breath. “Morgan!”

  He swiveled his gaze back to her as he was still holding her right up to his erection. “Yes, babe?”

  “I don’t need all those—”

  “You will. I plan on taking you out.” He gazed down at the sweet teddy on her body. “And I plan on taking you in too.”

  Her cheeks pinkened.

  “So damn adorable,” he quipped. “So go on…”

  Ellie bit at her lip and went back up the ramp.

  Morgan froze as he could see her ass now and her thighs. He clenched his jaw. Dammit, I will be fucking her in the limo before we can even make it home. He let out a breath and adjusted himself in his dress pants. Looking over at the clerk, he saw her little smile and knowing look. “What? Never saw a man lust after his girl like a rutting beast?”

  Her eyes widened and then she laughed. “You are a good looking beast for sure.”

  He shrugged. “Okay, I want several outfits like the pinstriped one. With different variations. About 7 pairs of jeans in her size. High spun silk blouses to match said jeans with buttons in white, blue, a light chiffon yellow and a light green.”

  The clerk tapped his order out on her tablet.

  “Then five pairs of casual shoes. Heels and shoes to match each of the gowns. Underwear and bras. Like ten sets of all the colors, I have listed for the clothes. I want them sexy but comfortable for her. The top of the line as well. On all of this. Then I want the softest socks you sell, a dozen of those. All in the same colors as the blouses for the jeans—“

  Ellie appeared again at the top of the ramp in a little black dress.

  His words had stopped and so did his heart and breathing.

  She wore 4 inch back pumps with rhinestones on the sides. The little dress hugged every curve and her breasts were pushed up.

  Morgan’s mouth had gone dry as he stared. He watched her intensely as she strolled toward him.

  Reaching him, she looked a bit concerned as she stared at his face. “Morgan? Are you okay?”

  He couldn’t speak for a second as he felt like someone had punched him in the gut. “I don’t like this dress,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Her eyes rounded. “But why? I love it!”

  “It is a fuck me dress,” he huffed out.

  Ellie stared at him then she laughed. “Well then, it’s perfect.”

  He reached out to grab her and she scurried back. Flipping around, she sashayed back up the ramp.

  He caught the flash of her creamy thighs as the dress came down just about 4 inches from her ass. “Wear that out of the store!” he called out.

  Ellie turned back around. “What?”

  “Come back down here. That’s what you’re wearing home.”

  Blinking, she looked around.

  “I’m going to test it out.” He shrugged and raised a brow at her.

  It took her a few seconds to register his remark. Then she tilted her head back and laughed.

  Morgan stared. He thought she was done taking his breath away. But no. Her laughing without a care, up high on that ramp wearing the little- black-fuck-me dress was almost too much for his senses. He fought for focus as all he could think of was her bare body, pink from his kisses and hickeys, her eyes glazed, her pussy wet and throbbing, the way she tasted, her sweet little moans, her cute panting as she came for him. “A-and…” He had to clear his throat to speak, “Hurry the fuck up!”

  Laughing, she bit at her lip and came back down the ramp.

  Morgan turned to the two very amused clerks. “Charge it all to my black card and give yourselves a 30 percent tip.

  The two women lost their smiles at this generous statement while looking stunned.

  He laughed then grabbed Ellie’s hand and walked her out through the store.

  Ellie knew what he’d just spent on her. Well, maybe she didn’t exactly know the actual amount but it was probably a year’s salary or more for her. She bit at her lip. She promised herself, she would j
ust go along with what he wanted, but she never envisioned him spending a small fortune just to clothe her. She had clothes at home, after all.

  He ignored all the people he nudged by as he rushed them through the store and out to the limo.

  Edward stood by the door and opened it for them.

  “Hurry, Edward and blackout time,” Morgan ordered in a low voice.

  The driver didn’t even blink as he nodded his head and shut the door after them.

  Morgan pulled her across the seat.

  Ellie was breathless from the rushing and his hurrying. “What’s going on Morgan? Did you see reporters? I mean I never even got the chance to look around—?”

  Morgan placed his hand over her mouth “No, Sweetness. I didn’t see anyone but you.” He then sat her up straight.

  Ellie sat there staring at him. God, was he magnificent. That dimple he showed when he smiled. She knew those clerks were envisioning this man naked. Well, they could all they wanted, but only she knew the true magnificence of a Morgan Hunt nude. Hard abs, wide shoulders, tapered waist, bulging arms like steel bands and powerful thighs. His umm, cock was a good 9 inches and thick as all hell…Then all his flirting and humor in that store. Yes, she wanted him badly…again. She let out a breath. Well, she would have to wait till they got—

  Morgan reached across and tugged the black dress down.

  Ellie’s breasts popped out. “Oh!” She raised her hands to cover them.

  Grabbing her hands, Morgan held them in a tight grip. “Nope, leave them out.”

  Ellie blinked at him. “B-but Morgan, the driver, we are in public.”

  He winked at her as he laid her back on the seat. “Black out means no hear, no see.” He tugged her dress up to her belly.

  Ellie again gasped as she felt him rubbing his hands over her inner thighs.

  “Lovely, and so fuckable,” he said breathlessly. “Your little pink pussy smells so delicious.” He lowered his face and gave her a long, warm wet lick.

  “OH!” she exclaimed. He was serious. “Morgan, we can’t just—?”

  He stuck his tongue into her pussy.

  Her breath left her as he fucked her for a couple of minutes with just his tongue as his hands roamed up, grabbed her nipples twisting them and sweetly pinching them.

  Her legs fell open of their own accord as she let out a moan.