“Do you really think so, Morgan? “ she purred, playing with her cleavage already almost completely open “ I think you are so controlled… I bet you could resist me for years and years. So I think it would take more than just a dress... " Undoing the ties at the back of her back, she let the fabric slide to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of tiny panties before his smoldering gaze " I think I would need to be naked in front of you…” Closing the small distance between the two of them, she caressed his bare chest “I would need to touch you…” Charlie moved her lips over his teasingly “I would need to kiss you. ..But her words were interrupted when he pulled her into one more eager kiss, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass without any qualms, making her gasp.“You're wrong, Charlie…” he growled against her lips, his green eyes almost completely black with desire “You just need to exist. But do not worry. You're about to find out exactly what I'm talking about...Before Char
"Would you like me to open the champagne?" Charlie heard her husband ask as she stepped out and turned off the shower."I'd love to..." she purred, walking to the bathroom door, feeling like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "But could you do me a favor first?""Of course." She could hear the innocent smile in Morgan's voice. "What do you need?""Did I mention I'd forget about my head if it wasn't around my neck? I just realized I came to shower and didn't bring my change of clothes with me." she smiled widely when she heard him gasp loudly "Besides, I can't find any towels around here either. Could you bring me one? Oh, and it would be great if you could also bring me the bra and panties I packed in my suitcase so I can get dressed right here.""D-did you look in all the cupboards?" he stammered, his voice shaky "Hotels like this usually have plenty of towels lying around.""I did not find. You can come here and look for it if you want." she offered slyly, making him choke again, as if he
"I see you are a man of few words, no, Mr. Sullivan?" At the sound of the female voice, Morgan turned away from the view of the large ground floor garden before him and found Samantha Manson admiring him with pure mischief in her unnaturally blue eyes. Though he was successful in containing his scornful sigh, he wasn't able to disguise the displeased grimace that twisted his face when he responded, coldly. "In fact." Taking a sip from the glass of champagne he was holding, Morgan again moved his gaze away from the expression on his new partner's wife's face, pretending not to notice the clearly inviting tone there "Especially when I realize it's not worth saying nothing.". “Oh, I understand perfectly what you mean." Her voice approached, to Morgan's chagrin, before the hand with long red painted nails reached his arm, initiating a soft caress "Parties with the purpose of doing business are always very boring. Especially when my husband is so focused on getting new members." she grum
“Oh, damn it!” at the sound of Charlie's wailing as she tried to balance on her right foot and immediately began to slide, Morgan suddenly found himself taking her in his arms, careful to hold her under the knees, well away from the wound. "Wha... What are you doing?" she stammered, now red up to her neck, staring at him in disbelief. “You're hurt. I cannot allow you to walk. “ he said that half-truth with ease, leaving out the fact that he had surprised even himself with that attitude “We need to get you to the doctor.” “Oh, it's not necessary. “ Samantha mocked, earning a cross look from Charlie “It's not the first or the last time that our little Charlotte got hurt doing something inappropriate. You know, Mr. Sullivan, she likes to live free and dirty, like the pet in her hands. I guarantee she will be fine...” "I'm glad you have such confidence in your daughter's immunity, Mrs. Manson. “ Morgan interrupted her, dry “ But I really think the most responsible thing would be to tak
“ Mr. Sullivan?” a surprised gasp sounded from across the room, followed by the dull thud of something heavy hitting the floorboards; most likely a body, what affliction tightens his throat even more. “Are you okay?!” he asked once more, this time not being able to bother keeping his voice down as he tried to turn the doorknob, only to find it locked. "Are you hurt?" "No... I'm fine." Charlie murmured and it was with relief that he realized that the hoarseness in her voice seemed to come much more from the fact that she was more embarrassed than anything else “I'll open the door, just a second.” Surprised with himself, he found himself containing the seconds, literally, until she opened the door, to try to contain the urge to see her with his own eyes and check if she was really all right. Which was ridiculous, of course, since not only did her voice make it pretty clear that nothing serious had happened, but they'd only known each other for just under an hour. Which made that heigh
A SpongeBob pajamas, without a doubt, could not be considered a sexy outfit. Charlie had been trying to fool herself all week when she realized that she didn't have a single outfit that could make her look seductive, but now, looking at herself in the mirror in her baggy pants and long, long-sleeved blouse, she didn't. had to deny it. There was no way Morgan could stop seeing her as a child as long as she continued to dress like that. Huffing in frustration, she changed quickly, dropping her pajamas onto the crooked pile of wrinkled clothes on one of her bedroom chairs. With luck, maybe she'd be able to stop by a store to buy something that would make her feel a little better before Morgan visited that night. The end of puberty had been very favorable for her, although her best friend didn't seem to realize it. Sometimes it was hard to believe that she and Morgan had only known each other for 3 years instead of a lifetime. Since he was 17 years old, he was the one who made that hou
"Oh, Charlie..." her friend laughed, visibly touched "That's why the sun only seems to rise after you arrive. There is no one who is not infected by his enthusiasm. Just promise me you'll forget to pay our debts out of your grandfather's inheritance." Vivian insisted, serious "I know how much this money means to you. So you must use it for the most important thing of all: getting out of those two vipers' house and finally making a life for yourself." “This place is a big part of my life." Charlie waved around at the slightly grimy walls and the old but very clean instruments. "Believe me, if my grandfather were alive, he would agree with me." she opened a sad smile, to try to keep the tears from accumulating in her eyes "Nothing would make you happier than knowing that I found people who helped me to endure life with my father and who can help me to make difference." "Oh, sure... People..." Vivian repeated, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "I'm going to pretend not what's the first fa
"So how was work today?" He smiled as they got into the car, starting a conversation with the same question he'd asked her since she'd started her volunteer work at the institution, but which Charlie always felt was sincere, no matter how many times it was repeated. "Mirabel's puppies have been born! Of course I was a little sad that I couldn't be there to support her, but oh Morgan, they're so adorable! Damn it, I should have introduced them to you!" She huffed, angry with herself. "Everything is fine." he laughed, as he started the car "Tomorrow I can give you another ride and then I can be attacked by all those fur balls until I fall to the ground... Again." “It's been an amazing day, admit it." Charlie chuckled, remembering the occasion where Vivian took a day off to celebrate her wedding anniversary and Morgan had offered to replace her, making all the animals fall in love with him at first sight. Not that Charlie doesn't understand them. She knew well how she was. "And I als
“Do you really think so, Morgan? “ she purred, playing with her cleavage already almost completely open “ I think you are so controlled… I bet you could resist me for years and years. So I think it would take more than just a dress... " Undoing the ties at the back of her back, she let the fabric slide to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of tiny panties before his smoldering gaze " I think I would need to be naked in front of you…” Closing the small distance between the two of them, she caressed his bare chest “I would need to touch you…” Charlie moved her lips over his teasingly “I would need to kiss you. ..But her words were interrupted when he pulled her into one more eager kiss, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass without any qualms, making her gasp.“You're wrong, Charlie…” he growled against her lips, his green eyes almost completely black with desire “You just need to exist. But do not worry. You're about to find out exactly what I'm talking about...Before Char
"Something tells me so..." Wanting to tease him a little more, she rose on tiptoe to overcome the several inches of difference in height between the two of them, pretending to kiss him on the mouth, but deflecting to his side. cheek at the last second, pressing her lips there chastely like she used to when she was younger “But if I can make a special request, I want you to teach me how to make your family's special cupcakes! “ she asked moving away from him with the feeling of long duty when noticing the frustrated and longing expression on his face." Your wish is an order. “He grunted, moving to the area of the worktop where the ingredients were and motioning for her to stand beside it. “First, we have to mix the cocoa powder with the oil, eggs and sugar. “ he explained, picking up a new bowl to put everything in it.“Can I move? “ she offered, sticking her side to his, when she saw him reach a nearby fuê." At ease..." he took a step back instead of passing the bowl to her, indicat
“Be nice to Aunt Vivian, okay? Charlie asked his children, making sure their scarves were securely wrapped around their necks, before they got into their godmother's car.“Okay, Mom. “ Patrick immediately agreed, visibly excited to spend the entire night playing video games, as Vivian always allowed.“What do you and Dad need to do alone on your wedding anniversaries that you can't do with us? “Very unlike her brother, Poppy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest suspiciously.Narrowing his eyes a little in the direction of that stubborn little girl, Charlie snorted when he heard Vivian having a fit of laughter inside the car. She hated to admit it, but even though she was still 9 years old and the carbon image of her father physically, Poppy had inherited her entire personality, which most of the time was a source of pure pride for Charlie, when she saw her smart and smart little girl. determined in action... But at times like this, when she just wanted to have a moment alone with
In a very short time, the bathroom had already been taken over by Sawyer's furious growls and meows, who was trying at all costs to escape the water from the bathtub and the comb that Morgan ran along the length of his fur, throwing more and more fleas into the water at every turn. new pass.“ I really need to talk to Charlie about the stray dogs and cats that are roaming the complex... “ Morgan panted slightly, trying to keep the little beast in her hands under control “ If, even taking medicine every month, you managed to get infested like this way walking around, then those who live on the street must be in a serious situation..." Daddy? “ Poppy's scared voice interrupted him and he turned his head to see his children in the bathroom doorway, fearful “What are you doing with Sawyer?“It's okay, honey. “ He soothed her, moving a little to escape the slash Sawyer had nearly landed on his face, though there wasn't much he could do about his already torn arms. “What happened is, Sawye
" And now we put the frozen peanut butter inside the dough..." Morgan instructed his children, helping them to sink the peanut butter balls into the chocolate dough with their little fingers " And no sticking the licked finger of Get back in the dough, Poppy. “ he warned his daughter, without even looking in her direction “I'm watching you.Hearing her little girl's characteristic snort, the same one that made her sound even more like her mother. Stifling a laugh, he finished helping Patrick finish the cupcakes, moving in time to catch his sister in the air, at the same moment that she had just jumped onto the stool he had positioned below the counter, so that they could could cook together with him." Daddy! “ Poppy complained, struggling in his arms as hard as her tiny five year old body would allow. “I can get off the bench by myself!“But not without getting hurt. “ he stole a kiss on her cheek, making her huff again, before sitting her down in one of the chairs at the dining tabl
“ Samantha, for God's sake! “ Anthony growled under his breath, although everyone could hear him clearly “ Apologize at once or you will be thrown out of this house!"Charlotte…" she began, her expression contorted with rage as if she was straining to say those words "I'm sorry…" Whereby? Charlie raised an eyebrow in her direction, seeming to be enjoying the moment deeply.“For being rude, honey. “ Samantha opened a big forced smile “ I promise that this will never happen again, from now on.“ That's true, because I'll make sure you don't! “ Morgan swore, determined “ Now get out of here! I want to speak with Charlotte alone!“Mr. Sullivan, she's still my daughter... " Anthony looked like he wanted to protest, but his scared voice made that sentence absolutely pathetic.“The same daughter you were mistreating a moment ago! “ Morgan snarled, making him flinch immediately “Now get out!“Of course, Mr. Sullivan... " Samantha nodded, her blue eyes cold and angry " Why wouldn't we, as par
Morgan didn't know why he was there. Or rather, the truth was, he shouldn't be there. And that in every sense.There was a lot of work to be done and a lot of paperwork to be signed in his office, like every other day of the year... But still, perhaps for the first time in his life, he had found it difficult to concentrate. That's because the image of Charlotte Manson jumping into a fountain across from him the day before wouldn't leave his mind. The more rational side of him tried to argue that it was just because she was a poor young girl with clearly terrible parents that she couldn't stand up for herself and needed help. Therefore, as soon as he finished work, he could visit her in the most proper way possible, like any normal person would. But not.Instead, he had left the office early for the first time in years "maybe, again, for the first time in his life", just so he could see Charlie again and get rid of that nagging feeling that had been plaguing his chest all morning. Whic
All the books and scientific articles Morgan had read about babies during Charlie's pregnancy said that in order for her son to sleep well, it was important to create a calm and quiet environment at nap time. However, his wife wasn't very good at it.“You spend the whole day soiling your diaper and throwing up…” he heard her play inside the suite's bathroom, with the sounds of wet kisses filling the room “How can you smell so good?Hearing her daughter's contented cackle, Morgan couldn't help but smile, even though she knew all that fussing would make it take Poppy much longer to fall asleep. But, well, she was Charlie's daughter, so obviously she wasn't a simple bottle, a dark room and a little white noise that would magically dampen the infinite energy she had inside her.Hearing his son give a long yawn, Morgan turned his attention to Patrick who, after a relaxing bath and having changed into his pajamas, was clearly ready for bed, very different from his twin sister. Feeling his h
"Well...that depends..." he commented, shrugging." Like this? She raised an eyebrow, confused.“ It depends on whether you like it or not. “Morgan smiled, stroking her cheek." What? “ Charlie gasped, shocked “You mean...?“ Over the past few months, I've thought a lot about what you've told me about your dream of raising your own pets, beyond the shelter animals. But it would be a bit difficult to do that in an apartment. “ he said, making her eyes widen even more “ So I decided it would be a good idea to look for a new home for us: a spacious house where you can welcome as many animals as you want and make our family even bigger. “ Morgan approached her, biting her cheek to stop herself from laughing at her stunned expression. “And this was the house that I thought most fit what you had described to me. So what do you think? Should we look a little further or could this place become our new home? I particularly think Matilda would love to be able to run around without having so man