She hated to admit it, but Samantha's words had gotten to her, as much as she was trying to fight it. It didn't help that Morgan had ignored all her attempts to seduce him, which had left her doubting whether she was attractive enough for him. Could it be that if she were someone else, a thinner woman with a surgically constructed body, he would be more tempted, to the point of not resisting as much? Could it be that she had misunderstood something and all of that were just natural male reactions? Shaking her head to rid herself of those silly doubts, Charlie clenched her fists, refusing to let her determination leave her. What she needed now was not to give up. On the contrary, she needed to be more incisive. Push and push and then push some more, until finally Morgan reached her limit. She had been kind and patient enough with him thus far, trying not to alarm him with her seduction. But now, she would make it impossible for him to pretend that nothing was happening. " What do you

If this was a dream, then Charlie was hoping he never had to wake up again. However, the feeling of Morgan's warm hands running slowly over his legs was too good not to be real. Totally delivered, even though she didn't know what he was planning to do, her panties were already ruined by the time he placed his feet over each of her shoulders. Shifting her hips so that she was even more exposed to his gaze, Charlie moaned softly, loving the savagery with which he had thrown all the remnants of her dinner onto the floor, the smoldering expression of desire that had taken over his entire face. and, most of all, those intense eyes, riveted on her, as if he could devour her at any moment. And only she knew how much she wanted him to devour her. Still caressing her legs as if he wasn't in a hurry, Morgan ended up working his way down to the inside of her thighs, starting to run his fingers over them so gently she even felt a tickle, except when he tried to get close to where her panties wer

Even though she would never admit it to Charlie, Morgan now knew why she had spent the last month doing everything she could to provoke him and make him lose control. Besides being a lot of fun, it left him in a constant state of arousal that, he had to admit, was addictive. Looking over the top of his computer screen, Morgan sat on the sofa in the living room where he had come to work, spied Charlie playing with the animals on the front porch, thanking his family for his architect convincing him to install mirrored doors. double-faced there, as he would be seriously forced to kill someone, if any of the neighbors were able to see the outfit Charlie was wearing at that moment, from the outside. Apparently, she had become a fan of nightgowns and pajamas that looked like they were straight out of a porn movie or someone's forbidden dreams. Probably his. At the moment, she was in a red lace shirt and shorts set that did practically nothing to cover her up, as she theoretically should.

She had already been patient enough. She had thought of the perfect seduction plan to give him the opportunity to give in to her and had even been understanding of the times he had run away from her. Even when he realized it and remained silent, apparently waiting for her to make the first move once more, she had played into his game. But now it's enough. Why did she have to be the one to take the initiative? She'd been doing this not just for the last full month, but for two whole years, ever since she'd turned 18. Teasing him, teasing him and showing him every part of her naked body wasn't enough? Did he want her to speak in all the words he wanted him to? Did he not want to even go to the trouble of admitting how he felt about her, even after everything that had happened? Well done. She was about to give him a reason to stop being pigheaded. She would take the initiative one last time, but she would make sure Morgan was the only one to admit that he wanted her first. Walking out

If Morgan's kitchen could talk, it was very likely that the first thing it would say was that Charlie was too stubborn to be trying to cook for her husband again. Still, when she woke up on that quiet Monday morning, when the sun still seemed to be deciding whether she would rise, Charlie didn't let herself be cowed by her previous poor attempts. That was a special day and, therefore, she wanted to make him a special surprise. So, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, so as not to risk waking him up and spoiling the surprise, Charlie resisted the temptation to wake him up again with a blowjob. Instead, she slipped silently out of bed and showered thoroughly, wanting to be as fragrant as possible for him when she woke up. After that, she went on a real hunt through his wardrobe, trying to find one of her sexy new pieces that he hadn't already seen. Luckily, when she was about to give up, she stumbled upon something perfect. It was one of the last pieces she'd bought, during her walk with