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Her eyes travelled from Heath to Cameron, and landed on Rhett, her expression wary – and no wonder, Rhett thought as he followed her gaze, for both Cameron and Heath’s wolf was in their eyes. “Morgana Ivy,” he said to break the tension. “I should have known. I think on some level, I did know. I just didn’t…” “Rhett tells us that you draw men getting off with other men for a living,” Cameron grinned his leer, gripping his c-ck lewdly through his jeans. “Let me guess your inspiration.”

I didn't even care anymore about how much I was drinking or not; I just focused on whether Ethan would drink or not for each statement. In the end, I discovered some dirty and even relevant things about Mr. Morgan. I found out that besides having had a threesome and being cheated on, he had also had phone sex, sent intimate photos, and frequented a BDSM club. And that he had never cheated or had sex in public. I confess that the club thing scared me a bit. But what surprised me the most was learning that he had never cheated on anyone. It made me feel a little guilty for thinking so poorly of him. We were about to start a second round when Will announced that dinner was ready.

Lucern’s POV “Well how the hell are we going to do that with her being unconscious?” Levi glances down at Morgana with his brows drawn together in a frown. Levi’s question is a valid one. Morgana’s magic relies on sexual pleasure, something we can not offer to Morgana in her current unconscious state.

He tried to pull away, but Morgan held him down, still buried deep. Morgan didn't stop thrusting even as he noticed me. If anything, he angled Levi’s hips so I could see better, a filthy smirk crossing his face as he looked straight at me. “Well? Are you gonna stand there watching… or are you gonna come help me ruin your boy?” Damn it. I was done for, because I wanted to join them badly. I've had one or two fantasies with Morgan and Levi but I knew it was going to come so soon My mouth felt dry and my heart was racing. I should’ve been pissed, I should’ve dragged Levi off that cock and punched Morgan. Instead, I stepped closer, eyes glued to where they were joined,the way Morgan's dick disap

The grip against me was hard; he pulled me towards the edge of the bed and plunged deeper into me, his laps hitting at my ass and his balls against my chest as he plunged faster into me. His feet banging hard, his loud reverberating echoes rang through the room. “fuck… yes…” I moaned as my body shook continuously. He was not slow. MORGAN'S POV. "Don't go easy; I want you badly." I muttered as he hovered over me. A grin crawled up to the sides of his face as he parted my laps open on cue and rubbed my clit as my laps shuddered in response to his touch. "You are so wet," he said, slurring out the ends of his words. He dropped to his knees and buried himself between my laps. I felt the wetness

Morgan thought, smiling and wondering why he never had that thought. He knew Ethan as the type that can go a long way to do what he couldn't imagine to be done one-day just for his daughter "Arin". And if that could pull him down, Morgan won't won't hesitate to do it. His laptop was brought to him and he quickly made a background check on Irish Levine. He had seen her once at his model Company and that first time had made him crave to have her, even if it's just one time and when he had approached her for a quickie, she had boldly told him to go to hell with the job that she would never sleep with him.

I work such long hours that I rarely meet anyone outside of the Center. "Come on," Morgan teases. She leans forward. "Ooh, was he bad in bed? Wait - does he have a small dick?" "What? No! No, of course not! His dick is fine. More than fine." "Ah, so you've slept with him then." Damn - she's an expert at this interrogation thing. "No! I mean - " My cheeks are on fire. I didn't want to talk about this. "You have! I knew it. Tell me everything."

“Do the honors.” Shawn slipped a USB from his pocket. “Better save this first. No telling if it’ll vanish.” He moved quickly. Keys clicked. Then the email opened. The room breathed in sharply as one. Photos filled the screen. Morgan, caught in a filthy brothel—not the sleek clubs we knew, but a low, stinking place. His trousers around his knees, women draped over him. In one frame, even a man. Everything exposed, spread deliberately. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. God, no… And that was only the start.

“As soon as he says it, I’m wet.” “I like it too,” Morgan stated. “What’s happening with you and Dutton?” I asked Morgan. “Well,” Morgan blushed. “We actually had sex for the first time last night.” I squealed, and the boys looked over at me. “Nothing to see here,” Kimmy yelled. “How was it?” I queried. “Amazing, he was so loving and giving,” Morgan said dreamily. “It was like we made a special connection.” I crossed the hot tub and hugged Morgan. “I’m so completely happy for you two. Dutton seems like such a nice guy.”