will need a huge favor when we get home.”
Seth looked like he would fight an army for her. “Anything.”
“I am going to need a really good foot massage. These heels are tortuous.”
He smiled. “I can’t tell by the way you gracefully floated over here.”
“I got a crash course at Nina’s charm school.” Morgan laughed.
* * *
As Nina navigated Morgan through the party, introducing her to some of the player’s wives and girlfriends, a stunning woman in a silver gown, her blond hair perfectly coiffed on her head and a diamond necklace hanging around her neck, glided up to them.
“Morgan Blake, right?” The woman extended an elegant hand. “You’re the talk of the town these days. I’m Jocelyn Fontane, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Morgan shook hands on autopilot. She had read articles about Jocelyn Fontane. Not only was she wife of the owner of the Titans, but she was pretty active in the community. Jocelyn Fontane was just the person who could open doors to help her with her literacy campaign but it didn’t feel like the right time to talk about it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Fontane.”
“Please, call me Jocelyn. Morgan, tell me more about yourself? Seth told me you have quite a few irons in the fire.”
A golf ball-sized lump formed in Morgan’s throat. Nina made eyes at her to answer Jocelyn.
“Well, I own Reed Books. It’s a small bookstore but we have a huge inventory. I read in the children’s room at the library every other Sunday. I would like to start up a reading initiative again. There are still a lot of people out there who cannot read, even in this day and age.”
Jocelyn tilted her head and gave Morgan a different look from before. A little surprised perhaps, and more than a little impressed. “That’s a noble cause you have, Morgan.”
Morgan shrugged, the lump in her throat still refusing to budge. “I like to believe it’s my responsibility to do what I can.”
Jocelyn extended her hand again. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I knew when Seth finally settled down he’d find a woman of great character.”
Morgan swallowed. “Thank you.”
She and Nina watched as Jocelyn Fontane floated away.
Morgan palmed her face but then remembered she shouldn’t smudge her makeup. “Oh god, I was rambling like an idiot.” Morgan felt eyes on her. She looked over to a crowd of women who were giving her the once over.
Nina looked too. “They’re jealous. Getting close to Jocelyn Fontane is not easy. She hates phony people.”
Morgan felt her heart slowing from high gear back to normal. “She’s a nice lady. I think she actually cared about what I had to say.” She shot a glance back at the crowd of women who were still glaring at her. “Unlike them, I imagine.”
* * *
Morgan and Seth left the party not much later. As soon as the driver closed the limousine door, Morgan straddled Seth and planted a passionate kiss on him.
Morgan sighed. “I think instead of the foot massage, I’m going to need a full body massage.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.” She purred as Seth pulled her closer until she sat over the big bulge in his pants.
Morgan began to grind against him as she slid his suit jacket off his broad shoulders. The smooth motion of the limousine coupled with Seth’s deliberate movements was sending sensual shock waves to her system. The sensations came in crashing waves as Seth manipulated her clit, rubbing her in small clockwise circles, suddenly stopping then resuming counter clock wise. It was hard for her body to keep up with his teasing rhythm. Her body would build up only to have to wind down and adjust to the new direction he was taking her in. Damn, he knew how to play her body like a harp, strumming and picking at the right spots to hit the right chord. She tugged on his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, liberating his massive erection from his designer boxer briefs.
She
Seth looked like he would fight an army for her. “Anything.”
“I am going to need a really good foot massage. These heels are tortuous.”
He smiled. “I can’t tell by the way you gracefully floated over here.”
“I got a crash course at Nina’s charm school.” Morgan laughed.
* * *
As Nina navigated Morgan through the party, introducing her to some of the player’s wives and girlfriends, a stunning woman in a silver gown, her blond hair perfectly coiffed on her head and a diamond necklace hanging around her neck, glided up to them.
“Morgan Blake, right?” The woman extended an elegant hand. “You’re the talk of the town these days. I’m Jocelyn Fontane, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Morgan shook hands on autopilot. She had read articles about Jocelyn Fontane. Not only was she wife of the owner of the Titans, but she was pretty active in the community. Jocelyn Fontane was just the person who could open doors to help her with her literacy campaign but it didn’t feel like the right time to talk about it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Fontane.”
“Please, call me Jocelyn. Morgan, tell me more about yourself? Seth told me you have quite a few irons in the fire.”
A golf ball-sized lump formed in Morgan’s throat. Nina made eyes at her to answer Jocelyn.
“Well, I own Reed Books. It’s a small bookstore but we have a huge inventory. I read in the children’s room at the library every other Sunday. I would like to start up a reading initiative again. There are still a lot of people out there who cannot read, even in this day and age.”
Jocelyn tilted her head and gave Morgan a different look from before. A little surprised perhaps, and more than a little impressed. “That’s a noble cause you have, Morgan.”
Morgan shrugged, the lump in her throat still refusing to budge. “I like to believe it’s my responsibility to do what I can.”
Jocelyn extended her hand again. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I knew when Seth finally settled down he’d find a woman of great character.”
Morgan swallowed. “Thank you.”
She and Nina watched as Jocelyn Fontane floated away.
Morgan palmed her face but then remembered she shouldn’t smudge her makeup. “Oh god, I was rambling like an idiot.” Morgan felt eyes on her. She looked over to a crowd of women who were giving her the once over.
Nina looked too. “They’re jealous. Getting close to Jocelyn Fontane is not easy. She hates phony people.”
Morgan felt her heart slowing from high gear back to normal. “She’s a nice lady. I think she actually cared about what I had to say.” She shot a glance back at the crowd of women who were still glaring at her. “Unlike them, I imagine.”
* * *
Morgan and Seth left the party not much later. As soon as the driver closed the limousine door, Morgan straddled Seth and planted a passionate kiss on him.
Morgan sighed. “I think instead of the foot massage, I’m going to need a full body massage.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.” She purred as Seth pulled her closer until she sat over the big bulge in his pants.
Morgan began to grind against him as she slid his suit jacket off his broad shoulders. The smooth motion of the limousine coupled with Seth’s deliberate movements was sending sensual shock waves to her system. The sensations came in crashing waves as Seth manipulated her clit, rubbing her in small clockwise circles, suddenly stopping then resuming counter clock wise. It was hard for her body to keep up with his teasing rhythm. Her body would build up only to have to wind down and adjust to the new direction he was taking her in. Damn, he knew how to play her body like a harp, strumming and picking at the right spots to hit the right chord. She tugged on his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, liberating his massive erection from his designer boxer briefs.
She
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