LOGINMorgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying.I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was a
Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying.I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was a
~Morgan POV~The studio was freezing.Not actually freezing. But cold enough that goosebumps raised on my bare arms as I stood under the bright lights.I was wearing a white silk robe. Thin. Barely there. The kind of thing that was meant to look elegant and sensual on camera but felt ridiculous in
~Morgan POV~The studio was freezing.Not actually freezing. But cold enough that goosebumps raised on my bare arms as I stood under the bright lights.I was wearing a white silk robe. Thin. Barely there. The kind of thing that was meant to look elegant and sensual on camera but felt ridiculous in







