Page 51 of Cinnamon Strudel
“Yes.”
“No. I was just unlucky. No one else in my family has it.”
“I wasn’t asking because it would change my mind about wanting to have children with you…”
“It’s just good to know.”
“Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologise for.”
She inhaled, soaked up the feeling of serenity in his presence and kissed his knuckles. “Talking to you about the serious things in life feels peaceful.”
“That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
She laid his palm against her cheek and leaned against it, his thumb tenderly caressing her. “I know. I’m happy we are working so well to make this safe. Part of me is just… waiting for the other shoe to drop, I guess.”
“And if it does, we stand by each other’s side. We conquer the problems together.”
Morgan’s words and warm touch sunk through her bones into her soul, and she found herself fighting back tears. “I’ll stand by your side.”
Emotionally drained, she fell asleep that night the moment her head hit the pillow.
As she stood in the kitchen with her hair still damp and a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, Morgan returned from taking Blue out for his morning potty break. She set her cup onthe counter—well, a little louder than she usually would have—and earned herself a chuckle. “Subtle.”
“That obvious?”
“Yes, darlin’, but don’t stop. I like that you always let me know where you are.” He stepped closer and she took his wrist. “I love how you always make sure my needs are met without having me stand out.”
“I’m glad I can make you feel that way.”
Morgan clenched her jaw and claimed her lips in a knee-buckling kiss. When his fingers slid down her neck and wrapped around her throat, she fed him a moan. He didn’t stop there, taking her other hand and guiding it to the bulge in his sweatpants.
“This is what you do to me,” he groaned against her mouth, thumb rubbing over the pulse throbbing through her jugular. “Do you know how hard it is to control myself around you? Do you know what it takes not to bend you over and fuck you whenever you are your beautiful, gorgeous self?”
“You don’t have to,” she whimpered.
“Oh darlin’, your words have my knees weak and my cock aching to be back inside you.” She gasped, swept off her feet and placed on the counter. “Now lift your fine ass,” he demanded, stripping her from the waist down the moment she did so. “Hands out.”
She offered her hands, palms together, watching with a pounding heart and quivering thighs as he wrapped her lace panties around her wrists. “Morgan…”
“Don’t you dare move.”
He spun and she stared after him as he walked out of the room. Her body was shaking, palms growing clammy as she waited—rather impatiently—for his return. When he finally walked around the corner, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Don’t tell me you thought I would forget you.” He wasn’t mocking her. No, not with that sweet seductive murmur in his voice. He knocked her legs apart with his knee and ripped the condom open with his teeth. “Hands behind my neck.”
Again, she listened, bringing their mouths together as she did so. He didn’t tease her this time, instead giving her exactly what she needed. His sweats lowered, and his large hands curled around her thighs, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he yanked her to the edge of the marble. She crossed her ankles behind his back, trapping him in place. He took her slowly again, not that it was particularly needed. She rolled her hips, stealing another inch.
“So fucking needy,” he groaned against her lips. “You want me to go faster, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, please.”
“But how would you be able to work all day,” he teased, slowing the pace of his hips.
“I’ll figure it out. Please, Morgan.”
“You know what drives me wild, darlin’?”
