stiff at attention, she drew her breath in, feeling Ian’s hands on her
shoulders, pushing her back.
Before joining her, Ian pulled a condom out of his wallet and
rolled it onto his engorged penis. Stretching out beside her, Ian returned to
loving her breasts and manipulating her sensitive center. All too soon, he
found himself overwhelmed with the need to tower over her and enter her. As he
thrust his hips, he felt her welcoming warmth pulsating and tugging at him,
welcoming him inside her. Ian and Morgan began an age-old dance of love, first
slow, then quick, gentle, then hard. Morgan’s response sharpened quickly and
she felt her climax beginning as she felt and heard Ian beginning to spiral
toward his own completion. A low cry began building in the back of Morgan’s
throat, growing higher the closer she came to her explosion. Ian climaxed at
the same moment that Morgan came. His uttered a low, wordless growl into
Morgan’s ear, then collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. Morgan, eyes
closed, felt sensation returning to her limbs. She smiled, feeling as though
she belonged here with Ian, on her bed.
Ian turned his head, looking at Morgan’s dewy face. “I am in love
with you. I hope you know that. I’ve been holding back – well, as much as I
could – for months, now. I want more than just sex with you, Morgan Adams. I
want to love you, get to know more of who you are – and I want to get into
arguments about your writing, because I like how your mind works.”
“Really? Well, I’ve been holding back, partly because I wanted to
have this lawsuit settled and partly because I wanted to make sure that being
more than professional colleagues would be the right thing for both of us –
and, while our arguments are professional, I don’t want them to push us apart,
Ian, because . . . I’ve fallen in love with you, too. I need to know that a
personal relationship won’t harm our professional relationship, because I
really can’t see anyone else editing my work.”
“Like I said, I like how your mind works.” Ian pressed his
forefinger gently on Morgan’s forehead, then touched her left breast.
“Remember, this is connected to this – and I am in love with all of you, not
just your mind or body. We’ll make it work.”
“Just promise me, Ian, that a personal relationship won’t affect
our professional roles. I’m serious – I want you to keep editing my work. I
trust your judgment.”
“Well, how does this sound? I’ve been thinking about it for some
time now, that you could move in with me – into my house. I own it . . .
well, I’m making payments to the bank, anyway . . . and it’s bigger than your
place here. We can move your office into mine or into another room, depending
on what you want . . . what do you say?”
“Oh, wow. When?”
Just as soon as possible . . . even within this month,” Ian said.
Morgan’s breath whistled out of her lungs.
“That . . . that soon? I’d need to give my landlady notice . . .
find storage for my things . . . cancel the utilities . . . get to know you
better,” she said.
“Morgan. We’ve known each other professionally for two years, and
for most of that time, I’ve been attracted to you and falling in love with you.
We can do it and make it work. Come on, love,” Ian said.
“One month. Wow,” Morgan said.
“If our personal relationship begins to intrude on our
professional one, then, you can back down – but it won’t. I know you.
You’re professional to your core. When we’re in work mode, you’ll be able to
focus completely on work . . . and when you’re in girlfriend mode, well, you
won’t,” Ian said.
Morgan, caught by surprise at Ian’s sudden fumbling, laughed
outright.
“Okay, I think you’re right. I’ll be able to be all writer, all
the time when we’re working and, when we’re not working, I can be . . .”
“My girlfriend and lover,” Ian said softly as he kissed Morgan.
“Please? I’m dying of
shoulders, pushing her back.
Before joining her, Ian pulled a condom out of his wallet and
rolled it onto his engorged penis. Stretching out beside her, Ian returned to
loving her breasts and manipulating her sensitive center. All too soon, he
found himself overwhelmed with the need to tower over her and enter her. As he
thrust his hips, he felt her welcoming warmth pulsating and tugging at him,
welcoming him inside her. Ian and Morgan began an age-old dance of love, first
slow, then quick, gentle, then hard. Morgan’s response sharpened quickly and
she felt her climax beginning as she felt and heard Ian beginning to spiral
toward his own completion. A low cry began building in the back of Morgan’s
throat, growing higher the closer she came to her explosion. Ian climaxed at
the same moment that Morgan came. His uttered a low, wordless growl into
Morgan’s ear, then collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. Morgan, eyes
closed, felt sensation returning to her limbs. She smiled, feeling as though
she belonged here with Ian, on her bed.
Ian turned his head, looking at Morgan’s dewy face. “I am in love
with you. I hope you know that. I’ve been holding back – well, as much as I
could – for months, now. I want more than just sex with you, Morgan Adams. I
want to love you, get to know more of who you are – and I want to get into
arguments about your writing, because I like how your mind works.”
“Really? Well, I’ve been holding back, partly because I wanted to
have this lawsuit settled and partly because I wanted to make sure that being
more than professional colleagues would be the right thing for both of us –
and, while our arguments are professional, I don’t want them to push us apart,
Ian, because . . . I’ve fallen in love with you, too. I need to know that a
personal relationship won’t harm our professional relationship, because I
really can’t see anyone else editing my work.”
“Like I said, I like how your mind works.” Ian pressed his
forefinger gently on Morgan’s forehead, then touched her left breast.
“Remember, this is connected to this – and I am in love with all of you, not
just your mind or body. We’ll make it work.”
“Just promise me, Ian, that a personal relationship won’t affect
our professional roles. I’m serious – I want you to keep editing my work. I
trust your judgment.”
“Well, how does this sound? I’ve been thinking about it for some
time now, that you could move in with me – into my house. I own it . . .
well, I’m making payments to the bank, anyway . . . and it’s bigger than your
place here. We can move your office into mine or into another room, depending
on what you want . . . what do you say?”
“Oh, wow. When?”
Just as soon as possible . . . even within this month,” Ian said.
Morgan’s breath whistled out of her lungs.
“That . . . that soon? I’d need to give my landlady notice . . .
find storage for my things . . . cancel the utilities . . . get to know you
better,” she said.
“Morgan. We’ve known each other professionally for two years, and
for most of that time, I’ve been attracted to you and falling in love with you.
We can do it and make it work. Come on, love,” Ian said.
“One month. Wow,” Morgan said.
“If our personal relationship begins to intrude on our
professional one, then, you can back down – but it won’t. I know you.
You’re professional to your core. When we’re in work mode, you’ll be able to
focus completely on work . . . and when you’re in girlfriend mode, well, you
won’t,” Ian said.
Morgan, caught by surprise at Ian’s sudden fumbling, laughed
outright.
“Okay, I think you’re right. I’ll be able to be all writer, all
the time when we’re working and, when we’re not working, I can be . . .”
“My girlfriend and lover,” Ian said softly as he kissed Morgan.
“Please? I’m dying of
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