I apologize again, displaying my guilt. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
“You’re busy,” he says with his iPad in his lap. “I’ll be out of town this weekend. Will you be okay?”
His eyes linger on mine, and I can read him perfectly. Like me, he carries his own guilt. I know he isn’t comfortable admitting it, and I’m not comfortable asking about it. I know this—her name is Jodi and she has a knack for messaging him when he’s in the shower.
I remove my bracelet and place it on the dresser. “Uh… yeah, I think Dad’s coming into town anyway.”
He nods, shifting his focus back to his iPad. I make my way to the bathroom and peel off my clothes. My skin is red, marked and tainted by Noah. I close my eyes for a brief moment, running my hands along my breasts, tracing his steps. I shouldn’t want more, but my body craves it more than I could have imagined. I shower long enough to ease my sore muscles, and when I’m dressed for bed, I turn the light off in the bathroom and stand beside our bed.
He keeps to his side, again, and I climb in. The click of the lamp echoes through the room, the darkness falls between us.
“It’ll work out, Morgan,” he says quietly in the dark.
It has to. I have no way of controlling how I feel anymore. And no way of pulling my heart out of this game, afraid the feelings which have consumed me since the moment Noah stepped in my office have led to one thing.
I am in love with him.
Chapter Nineteen
Noah
In just a few days, my life has gone from depressing to exhilarating. Something in Morgan has changed—her fun and carefree attitude is a breath of fresh air. And although work is crazy and pulls both of us in opposite directions, we still manage to find time for each other whenever we have a moment to spare.
If it weren’t for work, I would demand more of her time. However, I know how dedicated she is to her job, and to her sister, putting my selfish needs on hold until we are alone.
And I never hold back.
I’m obsessed with her body and find myself worshipping every inch of it. She’s so fucking beautiful that even when I’m not with her, my mind and cock are in sync, desperate to smell her skin and taste it with my tongue.
We have pushed the boundaries, fucking anywhere we can. From the car to restaurant restrooms. The thrill of almost getting caught only heightens the experience, but neither one of us really cares. She’s insatiable, and I can’t get enough.
Something switched—she’s started to open up to me about her life. It came as a surprise, but one overdue. And one thing I learned about her is that she’s lived her life on the edge, and so many of her stories replicate myself back home.
It’s almost like she’s the female version of me.
Kate and Charlie are forever poking fun. Apparently, I have a bounce in my step. Lex is quick to point out that I’ve been getting more action than he’s seen in years. A joke that Charlie weighs in on.
“If my vagina’s closed for business like you claim it is, then perhaps you wouldn’t have three daughters screaming this house down,” she responds sarcastically.
“Perhaps you need to stop talking about your vagina,” I tell Charlie, almost gagging on my toast.
As much as I love Charlie, Lex, and the girls, it’s definitely time to find my own place.
I have a meeting with a realtor on Monday, hoping to find an affordable place close to work. The LA traffic is still the thorn in my side, the annoying commute doing nothing to calm my growing road rage.
As the weekend rolls in, Charlie decides to have an impromptu barbecue lunch.
“Lex doesn’t get much time off, so when he’s here for the entire weekend, he likes to fire up the grill,” she informs us.
“Is there anything that man can’t do?”
“Do you want the clean or dirty answer?” Charlie asks seriously, keeping her grin to a bare minimum.
“Clean,” Kate and I almost yell in unison.
“Let’s see…” She taps the spoon over her mouth. “He can’t do a French braid.”
My face remains placid. “Can he do a regular braid?”