sank deeper into the tub, until only the twin peaks of her breasts rose from the water, wet and tempting. She lifted her right leg and rested her heel on the rim of the tub, then bent her left knee and spread her legs wide.
Jack couldn’t see Morgan’s pussy under the water, but glimpsed an occasional flash of red hair. But his imagination filled in the gaps. Fiery curls shielding swollen pink flesh, slick and pouting and ready.
If she was his, he’d keep her like that—naked and hot. Always wet. He’d spend mornings lapping at her nipples. While she ate breakfast, he’d eat her. They’d shower with her mouth around his cock as she took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat. And then he’d get serious, push her to the limits of her body, her trust. He’d leave no part of her untouched. There would be nothing he wouldn’t do with her, to her, to hear her scream her throat raw in pleasure.
Morgan jolted him out of his reverie when she trailed her hand from her breast, down her abdomen and between her legs.
She began to stroke herself.
Oh, shit… If he hadn’t yet lost his mind, it was going to go up in flames now—just like his body.
He shifted his aching cock in his jeans and edged closer to the window until his face was nearly pressed against it. Eyes closed, Morgan made lazy circles with the hand between her legs while the other continued to pluck at her nipples, keep them hard and ready.
Soon, the slow circles of her fingers gained speed. Water sloshed in the tub, dousing the ends of her silky hair, which hung wildly about her shoulders. Her hips began to lift to meet her fingers. Jack caught electrifying flashes of red, along with slick, spread flesh. Lust pooled in his belly, demanding relief, demanding her, as her chest rose and fell with quick, panting breaths. Morgan tightened the circle, moving faster than ever. Her lips, now a deep red, opened on a silent gasp. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Jack stepped closer still to the window for an even better view, clutching the window ledge with a white-knuckled grip, his own rapid breathing creating circles of damp heat against the glass.
Then her legs stiffened, her back bowed. She bit her lip to trap in a cry as orgasm washed over her in a long rush of shuddering sensation. Morgan rubbed at her clit furiously, extending the pleasure, extending Jack’s hell.
She kept panting, teasing, bucking against her hand, stretching for the next orgasm. Moments later it came, crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She cried out, no longer able to hold in the sound. But the desperate pleasure in her voice stabbed Jack with a fresh bolt of lust.
God help her. God help them both. There was no power strong enough on this earth to keep him out of her body right now. Fuck his plans. Fuck the consequences.
He was going to fuck her. Now.
As Morgan rose to the pinnacle of her peak, arching and flushed, her eyes flew open.
Her gaze connected with his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Oh my God!
Morgan leapt from the tub, grabbed a towel with shaking hands and wrapped it around her, covering as much of herself as she could. He’d seen her—and everything she’d done!
She turned back to the window, eager to assure herself Jack had had the decency to leave and give her privacy, now that she’d caught him being a voyeur. But Jack still stood there unblinking, shirtless, his massive chest rising and falling with harsh, tightly controlled breaths. Worse, he watched her with a hot, predatory gaze. Completely sexual. Totally lacking in apology. His gaze told her that she aroused him. He wanted her. He meant to have her. Period.
The ache between her thighs she’d tried to quench pulsed back to life. Morgan squeezed her eyes shut, struggling against the morass of feeling swirling inside her. Desire and fury galloped in her stomach. They raced neck in neck, mortification a close third.
But at the finish line, fury won.
Damn him! Jack might have saved her life, but that
Jack couldn’t see Morgan’s pussy under the water, but glimpsed an occasional flash of red hair. But his imagination filled in the gaps. Fiery curls shielding swollen pink flesh, slick and pouting and ready.
If she was his, he’d keep her like that—naked and hot. Always wet. He’d spend mornings lapping at her nipples. While she ate breakfast, he’d eat her. They’d shower with her mouth around his cock as she took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat. And then he’d get serious, push her to the limits of her body, her trust. He’d leave no part of her untouched. There would be nothing he wouldn’t do with her, to her, to hear her scream her throat raw in pleasure.
Morgan jolted him out of his reverie when she trailed her hand from her breast, down her abdomen and between her legs.
She began to stroke herself.
Oh, shit… If he hadn’t yet lost his mind, it was going to go up in flames now—just like his body.
He shifted his aching cock in his jeans and edged closer to the window until his face was nearly pressed against it. Eyes closed, Morgan made lazy circles with the hand between her legs while the other continued to pluck at her nipples, keep them hard and ready.
Soon, the slow circles of her fingers gained speed. Water sloshed in the tub, dousing the ends of her silky hair, which hung wildly about her shoulders. Her hips began to lift to meet her fingers. Jack caught electrifying flashes of red, along with slick, spread flesh. Lust pooled in his belly, demanding relief, demanding her, as her chest rose and fell with quick, panting breaths. Morgan tightened the circle, moving faster than ever. Her lips, now a deep red, opened on a silent gasp. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Jack stepped closer still to the window for an even better view, clutching the window ledge with a white-knuckled grip, his own rapid breathing creating circles of damp heat against the glass.
Then her legs stiffened, her back bowed. She bit her lip to trap in a cry as orgasm washed over her in a long rush of shuddering sensation. Morgan rubbed at her clit furiously, extending the pleasure, extending Jack’s hell.
She kept panting, teasing, bucking against her hand, stretching for the next orgasm. Moments later it came, crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She cried out, no longer able to hold in the sound. But the desperate pleasure in her voice stabbed Jack with a fresh bolt of lust.
God help her. God help them both. There was no power strong enough on this earth to keep him out of her body right now. Fuck his plans. Fuck the consequences.
He was going to fuck her. Now.
As Morgan rose to the pinnacle of her peak, arching and flushed, her eyes flew open.
Her gaze connected with his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Oh my God!
Morgan leapt from the tub, grabbed a towel with shaking hands and wrapped it around her, covering as much of herself as she could. He’d seen her—and everything she’d done!
She turned back to the window, eager to assure herself Jack had had the decency to leave and give her privacy, now that she’d caught him being a voyeur. But Jack still stood there unblinking, shirtless, his massive chest rising and falling with harsh, tightly controlled breaths. Worse, he watched her with a hot, predatory gaze. Completely sexual. Totally lacking in apology. His gaze told her that she aroused him. He wanted her. He meant to have her. Period.
The ache between her thighs she’d tried to quench pulsed back to life. Morgan squeezed her eyes shut, struggling against the morass of feeling swirling inside her. Desire and fury galloped in her stomach. They raced neck in neck, mortification a close third.
But at the finish line, fury won.
Damn him! Jack might have saved her life, but that
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