Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)

She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I acted like a stupid fool when I saw the text, and—”

I placed my finger to her lips. “It doesn’t matter. Did you mean it? You wanted me to come with you tonight?”

Morgan grinned. “Yes. I don’t want to keep what I feel for you a secret anymore.”

With a sigh of relief, I whispered, “Thank fuck.”

Her eyes met mine, and I could see she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I pressed my mouth to hers. “I want you, Morgan. Right now.”

“No. No, we can’t,” she panted between kisses.

“Yes, we can,” I growled as I dropped to my knees. I lifted her dress and moaned when I saw the thin satin panties. Lifting her leg, I placed it over my shoulder. I slid the thin fabric to the side and kissed what was mine.

“Oh my God!” Morgan whimpered. “We . . . oh . . . yes. Wait. Stop. No, don’t stop,” she said between breaths.

Her fingers went to my hair, pulling my head closer to her has she rocked her hips against my tongue. I smiled as I licked and sucked her, slowly slipping a finger inside her.

“Blake, it feels so good,” she softly cried out.

Lifting my gaze, I watched her play with her nipple from the outside of her dress and nearly came in my pants.

“I’m going to come. Yes!” She clamped her hand over her mouth to keep her moans from being heard outside of the closet.

Once she stopped shaking, I stood.

“Turn around. Put your hands on the door.”

She did what I asked. I undid my dress pants and took out my cock. Rubbing it over her wetness, I tried to remember how to breathe. Her panties were still on and pushed to the side. As my cock slid inside her, I nearly lost it. This had to be one of the hottest experiences of my life.

“Oh Blake,” she whimpered as I pushed in fast and hard.

“I can’t make love to you, Morgan. I need it fast and hard.”

“Yes. Please. More.”

Grabbing her hips, I moved in and out of her. She angled her hips as she looked over her shoulder at me. When she bit down on her lip, I knew she was about to come again.

“Come with me, Morgan. I can’t hold . . . off . . . fuck.”

She closed her eyes, and I felt her tighten around me as I lost myself inside her. I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, still buried inside her, both of us gasping for air as we held our hands pressed to the door.

Pulling out of her, I reached for a towel and wiped myself off, then dropped to clean her.

Her breathing was still rapid, and her body trembled.

“What are we doing, Blake? We just fucked in a damn cleaning closet while my whole family is sitting in the other room.”

Standing, I looked at her, feeling like a complete asshole for taking what I wanted, not even thinking of her.

“I’m sorry, Morgan. When I’m around you, I can’t think straight. When I saw him with you . . . I nearly jumped the tables to pound his face in.”

A tear slipped from her eye and trailed down her cheek, making me feel like someone had punched me in the gut.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I feel the same way when it comes to you. I saw you with Raine, and I went crazy for a minute.”

He smiled and played with a curl that had fallen out of my bun. “Blake, we need to talk to each other and be open. If we do this, it has to be exclusive. No fake dates, no ex-boyfriends posing as dates.”