MVP by Rhonda Laurel Page A

groaned. “Your hand should be a registered as a lethal weapon.”
    “So should your—”
    Morgan slapped his arm before he could finish.
    She could feel her whole body blush, a warm tingly feeling that began in her toes, traveled up her legs and settled at the center of her body. Her skin felt like a live wire, each nerve ending open and gearing up for the climax that would eventually come when he finished having his tortuous way with her. When he lovingly nipped at her skin while making a sensuous trail of moisture down her breasts, she shuttered and started to whimper. In her heated frenzy, she still managed to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. She wanted to see his tanned skin, to see those chiseled pecks and granite abs. It was hard to admit looking at his body made her feel like a school girl who’d never seen a man before. He had a raw, smoldering sexual appeal that was never lost on her. Whenever they gave in to the libidinous aspect of their connection, that was when she was glad there was more to them than an intellectual relationship. She appreciated a smart man, and thank god he was, but she was fortunate enough to get the extras too.
     
     
     
    Seth pulled her onto his lap, slid his hand under the hemline of her dress, and made his way underneath her lace panties. He slid two fingers inside her, while his thumb ran slowly across her clit.
    Seth reached over and hit the intercom button with his free hand. “Charlie, why don’t you take us on a tour of the city? We’re in no rush.”
    Charlie laughed. “No problem, Mr. Blake.”
    When Morgan liberated him from his trousers, Seth gripped her hips and lifted her up and slowly lowered her onto his penis. His body convulsed from the skin to skin contact. She was always so tight and fit him like a glove. Each time he made natural contact with his wife, the world faded away. The first time had been in Texas, the night she had gotten drunk off Bodine’s bathtub whiskey. Morgan had stripped off everything except those cowboy boots and rode him au natural.
    His body rocked in rhythm with Morgan’s riding motions, the muscles in his legs and thighs becoming taut. Making love to her was more intensive than his football training. How such a petite woman was able to elicit such arduous performances from him was amazing. He’d never worked so hard or so tenderly to please a woman in his life. There was always something new to learn about her. When she rocked forward Seth caught her breasts in his hands, taking his time licking and sucking on each nipple. Her body began to tighten around him and Morgan reached up for the closest thing to her, his hair. Seth didn’t mind the death grip or the sheen of the sweat forming on her skin. Hell, droplets were forming on his as well.
    “Seth,” she moaned.
    “I love you, Morgan.”
    The explosion between them ignited, and she collapsed on top of him.
    “I love you, too.”
     
    * * *
     
     
    Morgan shifted the stack of books in her hand and wandered down the aisle to find the right section. She started shelving the books when a familiar voice spoke behind her.
    “I stopped by a few times but Michelle said you weren’t here.”
    Morgan turned around to see Jason standing at the other end of the aisle. “What do you want Jason?”
    “I thought we needed to talk. Just the two of us with no audience.”
    “Why do I get that consideration now? You should have done that months ago. Instead of selling your story to the highest bidder.” Morgan rolled her eyes and wondered why she was standing there listening to him.
    Jason shook his head. “That wasn’t me. I can now admit that Charisma and I were a mistake. I didn’t want to tell you about us at the barbeque like that, Charisma insisted, saying you spent your whole life acting like you were better than her. I guess she was looking for payback.”
    “We have been at odds for a long time but if you were listening to me when I complained about her; you would have