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The door suddenly slammed shut and Morgan came in, throwing a briefcase on the table. “I didn’t miss it did I?” I laughed and so did Max. Morgan’s eyebrow raised. “Shit Logan, you look like a normal human being now. Auri do that?” “Yeah. Look okay?” I brushed my hair back. Morgan chuckled. “Sure, go for the male model pose. Sorry Logan, wrong century for me but I appreciate the effort.” Max rolled his eyes and left the chair, opening up a couple more of the windows. “It’s gonna be a loud one tonight but short.” Morgan pipped up, sitting in one of the chairs across from Auri. “Should we put a fire on?”

The drive didn't take long, and Stacey Rogers stood outside a cream-colored building with faded paint and dirty windows. There was nothing faded and dirty about Stacey, however. She was a short woman, barely over five-feet tall, with short dark hair, a slender frame, and hips Morgan would love to grip. She smiled, watching them as they exited their car, her eyes twinkling and her blouse buttoned low enough to tempt a man's gaze. Morgan quickly put on his Sunday-Go-To-Meeting smile and allowed his eyes to roam over her curves. Neal would be all business, so Morgan was free to be all male.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

The scent of sex clung in the air and I smirked at Noah who looked longingly at me with his red eyes. "Keep it under your loincloth, mister," I growled at him and he chuckled deeply. Morgana was surprising me with her bravado as she continued through the crowd and into the room with three thrones. Each was occupied by exceptionally attractive persons. She walked right up to a large light green-skinned male who was lounging with his muscular thighs spread and the biggest dick I'd ever seen laying across his greenish-colored thigh. His eyes were narrowed at the small woman standing before him. He had long platinum hair that framed a face like Adonis. Morgana went to her knees and bowed her hea

Morgan is broad and huge and even though I’ve been with him for almost a month, I have never seen him close front without a shirt. His arms flexed and he stretched a little. Everything felt like a movie—one that the next thing would be to take off the towel and make me feel his erection but that was just silly. I’m no girl in a movie and Morgan has no erection. I may be an ass sometimes but I can admit when a person is sexy and Morgan Flamur is very sexy. “What?” he asked, cocking his trimmed brow. “Figured I could jump in the shower while you were asleep.”

He loved what we were doing. I spent almost half an hour on the river and when I was satisfied, I turned to look at the tree where Mortel was. My mouth shaped an “o” after what I just saw. He was still there, sitting in one of its roots. But his two hands are busy doing some illicit things. He was masturbating with his right hand while the other one is holding my underwear as he smelled in right on his nose. Instead of feeling disgusted, I chuckled at that sight. Mortel is handsome. He’s also tall and has a tanned body. His chest is chiseled and well-defined just as his muscles in his arms were.

"Heather, don't cry, please! I would never hurt you like this!" Morgan stirs at the voices. He stretches and smiles, his manhood on full display. He sees his beautiful mate across the room and winks. Morgan's face falls as he sees tears fall down Heather's face. Why was she clothed? Didn't they just....? Morgan turns flips to his side and stumbles away. His best friend is sitting next to him, with only Nathaniel's jacket covering her. "What the hell?!" He shrieks at her. "Why are we naked, Selene!?"

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Alyssa ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone…and Morgan stood nude from the waist up before a total stranger. Alyssa studied Morgan’s breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Morgan tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

He doesn't need to sweat over it before making her withdraw like a coward. He was going to leave when Nicole declared “I refuse to work as a subordinate of Zara Morris” who does he think he is, to ridicule her that way. He must be thinking she's the old Nicole who will always set aside her comfort to please him. That Nicole is dead… The one standing before him now, will henceforth choose herself over him or anyone else. Asher Strong paused. He fisted his palm and cast her a freezing stare. She wants to pull tantrums now?

I was so damn horny and my pussy was already wet and aching. I wanted Morgan so badly, I changed into a thin sundress without wearing any panties underneath. The dress was short and showed my thighs. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I went downstairs and walked to the backyard. The swimming pool area was quiet, the sun shining on the water. Then I saw him. Morgan was sitting naked at the edge of the pool, his legs hanging in the water. His big cock was hard and standing up straight while he was stroking it slowly with his hand. The sun made his body look even more powerful. My mouth went dry as I gulped loudly. I couldn't take my eyes off his thick