Marc’s eyes went to her breasts, their fullness obvious even wearing the oversized man’s shirt. “Oh, he sees a lot more than you think, Morgan, which is why he’s so adamant about keeping you at arm’s length. Surely you know that.”
He returned the scowl she leveled on him with a nonplussed smile. “I’m not his type,” she growled, which just made him chuckle.
“Darlin’, you don’t know Jack if that’s what you think. He likes ‘em soft and round, just like you.”
“That girl you two were fucking last night wasn’t anything like me and he sure seemed to enjoy taking her.” Morgan couldn’t help the jealous note in her voice and the knowing smirk on Marc’s face only made her scowl ha
rder at him.
“Well, Sandy does have a nice little body and is a pleasure to fuck.”
Morgan ground her teeth, but then couldn’t help grinning at him. “You’re a jerk,” she retorted.
“I’ve been called worse. So, while I whip up some breakfast, why don’t you tell me what you thought of your first experience in a BDSM club.”
“You mean how did I like being tossed over Jack’s lap, my big butt bared in front of everyone, and smacked until I was a blubbering mess?”
Marc grinned at her acerbity. “Yeah, how’d you like that? I know I and several other people enjoyed the hell out of it. You have a gorgeous ass, darlin’.” Marc laughed outright when she stared at him in disbelief.
“I think you need glasses.”
“And I think you’ve been listening to the wrong people.” Pulling eggs and cheese out of the refrigerator, he gave her a ‘more’ motion with his free hand. “Give. Were you mortified, excited, what?”
Morgan found it easy to lose her modesty and, to some extent, her embarrassment, with Marc. His mild manner and friendly smile made him easy to confide in. “At first I was too shocked to be anything, but it didn’t take long for embarrassment to take over. God,” she groaned, resting her head against her hand. “It was so humiliating being treated like a wayward child, and in public no less.”
Breaking some eggs into a bowl, Marc chuckled at her bowed head, her thick dark hair falling down to hide her bright red face. “Come on, Morgan, admit it. By the time Jack finished smacking that cute little bottom, your pussy was wet.”
Morgan raised her head prepared to blast him, but instead found herself giggling at the comical wiggle of his eyebrows. “My butt is not little.”
“Your butt is perfectly proportioned with the rest of you. Now answer me.”
“What are you making?” she asked instead.
“Omelets and quit stalling or you won’t get one.”
“Fine,” she muttered. “Yes, I was excited, but that doesn’t mean the spanking turned me on. It was being half naked with Jack, and just being near him that got me excited.”
“You want him that bad, do you?” Pouring the eggs in the pan, Marc watched her closely, waiting for her answer, as was Jack who had just made a quiet return but remained standing behind her, out of her sight.
“For as long as I can remember. If you had ever wanted anyone that bad, for that long, you would understand why I don’t want to leave, why I need to at least try to get him to see me as a grown woman who wants more than friendship from him.”
Marc shoved aside the image of the young newbie he had taken under his wing for tutoring a year ago on a short trip to Omaha to visit a friend and his new club. He had made a grave mistake with Cassie, one they both had paid for. Instead of enticing her into his world and getting a chance at expanding on their relationship, he had driven her away by expecting too much too soon. His gaze met Jack’s worried look, knowing that was Jack’s fear with Morgan. The difference was Jack and Morgan had known each other for twenty years, were already closer than friends and had a special bond, one he believed would withstand a test to see if they could be more to each other than friends, something he knew they both wanted.
Jack must have seen something in his face, because he slowly shook his head as Marc asked, “Tell me, Morgan, how much do you want Jack? You saw what went on downstairs. How far are you willing to go?”
Morgan recalled the total concentration and desire on Jack’s face as he had first flogged then fucked that girl last night. To be the recipient of such focused desire would be heady; that it came from Jack would be the dream of a lifetime. “I’d try anything he wanted me to.”
“What if you didn’t like it, it was too much for you?”
Morgan shrugged as if that outcome would be no big deal. “He’d stop if I asked him to. And I’d always be his friend, no matter what.”
Her instinct was spot on and reminded Jack of how well he and Morgan knew each other. The memory of her soft ass warming under his hand and the damp heat of her pussy had kept him awake last night as he fought the urge to join her in his bed and take her. Maybe he ought to take advantage of her unexpected appearance to explore a more physical relationship with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he had given in to her, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Still, he couldn’t imagine his life without Morgan in it, a definite risk he would be taking if, in a few days, she ran from him in disillusionment.
“That’s good to know, princess,” he said, making a quick decision to test her.
Morgan jerked, swiveling around in guilt to see Jack leaning nonchalantly against the back of the sofa, his muscular arms folded across his chest, his dark eyes unreadable. “How long have you been there?” She couldn’t prevent the spread of a heated blush over her face even though she glared at him.
“Long enough.” Moving toward her, he dropped a kiss on her nose before taking a seat next to her. “Breakfast about ready?” he asked Marc.