Forty

MORGAN’S POV 

The moment Eve pressed her lips to mine, the little restraint that was keeping me from doing something that could have her running into her room snapped.

Even if I was determined to not do such a thing, the frenzied passion that surged through my body the moment she kissed me made sure that my efforts were futile.

Wrapping my arms around her body,I picked her up and walked to the sofa, our lips still pressed together. The fact that she didn't pull away or push me away through all that, assured me that she wanted this as much as I did.

I only separated us as I lay her down on the sofa and hovered above her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at me, and then she nibbled on her bottom lip shyly. 

Had she known what accepting my request for a kiss could lead to? Or had she thought it was an innocent request?.

"You're too naive," I whispered as I brought my lips down to hers. 

This time, I kissed her urgently, my firm lips prying her soft ones apart.

She submitted to my kisses, kissing me back heartily. Her hands were now wrapped around my neck, holding on tightly to me.

I skimmed my hand down her body, feeling the softness of her feminine curves beneath her work clothes. 

Bringing my hand between our bodies, I covered her breast over her blouse, and then squeezed. She mewled in my mouth, and her back arched off the sofa, pushing her breast into my hand.

Her receptiveness was driving me crazy, making me more aroused than I had ever been.

 I finally had my sexy wife under my body, and she was loving every touch and every kiss I was giving her.

My cock hardened inside my running shorts, begging for attention. 

I broke the kiss and trailed my lips to her cheek, jaw, and down to hervthroat. She threw her head back, silently giving me access.

While I sucked on a spot on her neck, I released her breast and dragged my hand south towards her waist. Then I reached behind her and cupped her pert ass, lifting her hips to press her abdomen to my hard-on.

A rush of air left my lips at the sensation of having ny hardness snuggled in the space between her legs, and I couldn't help thrusting my hips.

 She gave a cry of pleasure, and the sound was like music to my ears.

Bringing my lips to her ears, I whispered, 

"Is that what you want, Princess?",

To accompany my question, I thrust my hips forward again, grinding my hardness into her. 

"Do you like that?",

A strangled sound left her throat, but I couldn't tell whether it was affirmative or not. But it doesn't matter. The way her legs wrapped around my hips was confirmation enough that she liked what I was doing. 

But I really wanted to hear her say it. There was no hurry, I mean we had all the night.

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EVE'S POV 

I had no idea what I was doing. Well, I did know that I was making out with Morgan, but it wasnt something my brain was entirely on board with. My body was another story. 

From the moment I kissed him and he kissed me back, all sense had flown out of my body.

I liked how he kissed me, and how his strong arms held my body, and the feel of his body bearing down on mine asI lay on the sofa.

My body was singing with all kinds of ecstatic sensations, and I didn't want it to stop. 

I wanted to feel his kisses and his touches everywhere. And when he started humping into me. It took every last modicum of self respect I had remaining to not beg him to fuck me already. Especially as the ache between my legs deepened, and it began feeling like I would die if he didn't touch me there.

 What would it hurt? We were both adults who were attracted to each other. 

There was no reason we could not… Just then my thoughts grind to a stop.

 There was a big reason why we couldn't sleep together. I gasped as I realised the mistake I was about to make and pushed gently at his chest.

He lifted his head and regarded me with eyes full of lust. Those eyes of his almost stole my breath away, but I steeled myself against the effect he was having on me.

When he leaned in to kiss my lips l again, I moved my head to the side, avoiding him. 

He sighed and rested his head on my shoulder. 

"What's wrong?",

What was wrong was that I had led him to believe that I was the eldest daughter of the Lucianos family. 

As far as he was concerned, that was who he was married to. Whereas, I was just a substitute.

No matter how much I desired him, I couldn't sleep with him. Because I knew if we slept together, we would become a real couple. 

Being in a pretend marriage with him while hiding my true identity was bad enough. Getting into a real relationship with him while doing so was even worse.

Morgan sighed and Ilifted his head to look at me again. 

"Are you afraid that I won't be nice to you once we become a real couple?",.

No, I was more than certain that he would be the best partner ever. He was so caring, sweet and even drives me crazy.

I shook my head in response.

His body froze suddenly, and his eyes narrowed.

 "Have you slept with another man before? Your ex?",

Would it be an issue to him? Whichever the case, I wasn't about to discuss my sex life, or lack thereof-with him.

 "l just remembered that I have a design that's due. I should go and work on it",

He stared at my face for a while longer, as if deliberating on whether I was being truthful or not. 

Finally, he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me closely, burying his face into my neck.

 "No, don't go. Stay with me”,

I took deep breaths to calm myself, but that didn't work well when the smell of his masculine sweat invaded my senses. A scent that made me want to bury my nose into his skin and..

I shook my head. Focus Eve. But even without the deep breaths distracting me, his warm body temperature wrapped around me was another temptation to stay.

"I have to go”, Isaid finally, wriggling from his embrace. 

When I insisted, he let me go, and I hurried towards my room.

MORGAN'S POV 

With her gone, I sat up on the sofa and took a deep breath. I ran my fingers through my hair, not believing how things had turned out.

 I had been so sure that she wouldn't run away this time.

A few seconds later, my phone pinged, and when I picked it up, I saw that I had a new email from Eve. It was a message to her client, asking for an extension of the deadline to finish working on the design.

“At least she hadn't been lying when she said she was going to work on the design,” I thought.

Right away, I wrote her a reply telling her she didn't need to work on the design anymore.