Around the World in 80 Men Boxed Set 31-35 (55 page)

“
Ah,
my date is tired.” He joined her on the sofa and Morgan scanned
his bare chest and shoulders. “And since you need to go to
bed....” Morgan giggled at how ridiculous his moves were. He
wasn't trying to be smooth, he was trying to make her laugh, and she
knew it. She was certain that he would give her time before anything
physical were to happen, but in light of her need to move forward and
live her life, she took him up on his offer.

“
Yes,
I'd love to.” Morgan stood slowly and pulled her jacket off.
“Just point me in the right direction.” Markus pulled her
towards him and brought his hands to her face.

“
Here.”
His lips captured hers quickly and the warmth of his mouth was
delicious. The newness of his touch wasn't awkward, and she pressed
closer to move her body to his. Markus moved his hands to her waist
and pulled her sweater off quickly. Morgan stood upright and removed
her bra before him, then her pants. Markus ran his hands from her
knees to her waist as she stood in front of him, then grabbed her
panties and removed them slowly. “You're so beautiful.”
Morgan's flesh warmed under his hands, and she moaned slightly when
he stood. The loss of his touch wouldn't be long, as he was undressed
in seconds.

Morgan
quickly understood that when he said,
here,
that's exactly
what he'd meant. “Come here, Morgan.” He returned to the
couch and pulled her by the waist until she was straddling his legs.
He kissed her again, slowly, with a passion that seemed to have been
built up for quite some time. “My god, I've wanted you since I
saw you at the airport.” Morgan smiled against his lips as she
kissed him again, thinking that a meeting like that would have
certainly been different from what she was used to.

“
Mmmmm...
maybe you should have tried.” Markus agreed by means of running
his hands from her waist to her breasts. They fit perfectly in his
hands, and were....

“
You're
so soft.” His head leaned forward to take a nipple between his
lips. Her flesh grew hard in his mouth and she moaned loudly when he
gently rolled his tongue around her several times. Morgan didn't need
anymore encouragement, and she raised just enough to put her hand
around his hardened part. He was thick, very thick, and she eagerly
guided his cock into her body and slid down slowly. “Oh my
god... you feel so good, Morgan.” She moved over him, taking
him entirely. Her body tightened around him, squeezing him each time
she took him deep inside of her.

She
could feel him hesitate, and she couldn't help but wonder how long it
had been. That curiosity helped fuel her own desire, and she moved
more quickly in a dangerous rhythm. She felt his long fingers grip
her ass and attempt to slow her movements. Morgan smiled, and pushed
her breasts toward him again.

His
mouth opened slightly and he had her in his mouth before she could
raise again. Markus held her there as he gripped her waist tightly
and stood. Morgan moved against him, grinding his body into her own,
as he carried her to the kitchen.

Markus
took her to the kitchen table and sighed loudly when he pulled her
from his cock. He set Morgan's feet on the ground, then turned her
around. “On your stomach, Morgan.” She leaned forward and
placed her upper body across the kitchen table. Markus grabbed her
hips and raised her ass enough to take him again, and he pushed
inside of her without warning.

Morgan
arched her back and spread her arms wide. She met his every move as
the salt and pepper shakers tipped to their sides. The table inched
across the floor with the force of Markus's thrusts, and the chair
close to his leg was flipped over completely. The pleasure of that
position lasted longer than Morgan thought it would, and her body was
moving closer to the moment that she craved. Her sounds of pleasure
consumed him, and he slowed once again.

“
Don't
stop, Markus. Fuck.... don't stop!” He grabbed her waist again
and took a step back, leaving her empty and wanting more. He helped
her stand, then picked her up once again, allowing her to wrap her
legs around his waist. Markus reached between them and positioned
himself at her opening. Morgan pushed forward as she gripped his
shoulders, and filled her body with his cock once again.

His
hands encouraged her ass as she pushed herself against him, and
impaled her with each step that he took. Morgan was close to losing
her own personal war with passion when he lowered them both to his
bed. She was seconds away from release, and she wrapped her legs
around his ass tightly as she pulled him as deeply as she could.

Markus
pushed hard, and Morgan's loud whimper quickened his pace. Her tight
warm opening begged for his resolve, and his pace told her that he
was just as close as she.

“
Now,
Markus. Fuck.... now.” He plunged inside of her several times
before giving Morgan what she wanted. Her legs shook and squeezed him
again. His shoulders hardened as he slid his hands under her head.
Markus cradled Morgan's face against his chest as their climax
exploded in unison.

They
lay in that position for several moments, allowing one another to
take all the time they wanted in catching their breath. More so, they
both just greatly enjoyed holding one another. Finally, Morgan moved
from his grasp and found her space beside him.

“Holy
wow... I wouldn't have minded that sort of reception at the airport.”
Morgan let out a loud breath and laughed when she heard Markus
snorting in laughter. “You know, that's not an attractive
sound.” She popped him in the head with her pillow then shoved
it under her head. She smiled at his profile that she thought
belonged in a magazine. He was beautiful, and his heart matched his
breathtaking appearance.

“
I
can honestly tell you that the sounds I heard from you tonight were
very...very... very.... attractive.” Morgan laughed and rolled
her head to the side just enough to kiss his warm shoulder.

“
Well,
unless you close your eyes and sleep, the next sound you'll hear from
me will be snoring.” Markus kissed her forehead and draped an
arm around her waist. Their day hadn't gone as well as he planned,
but their night had been wonderful.

“
Sleep
well, Morgan.”

*****

Morgan
woke to the sound of the truck starting right outside the bedroom
window. Markus was leaving, and the sun hadn't even made an
appearance. “I guess this means I can sleep in.” Morgan
rolled over and pushed her head back into the pillow. She was almost
back to sleep when she heard the front door open. “I thought
you left.” She sat up and ran her hand through her hair,
letting the blanket fall to her naked waist in the process.

“
I
guess that explains why you chose to stay here, in this place.”
Bethany turned the bedroom light on and glared at Morgan.

“
Are
you seriously going to stand there and stare at me?” Morgan
didn't attempt to cover herself, as she wasn't the one that invited
Bethany into the bedroom.

“
Here,
take it and go.” Bethany threw three hundred dollars on the bed
and waited for Morgan to jump at the opportunity of easy money.
Morgan looked down at the crinkled paper, then up at Bethany.

“
I
have a better idea,” Morgan grabbed it all and threw it back at
the woman. “You take it and get me breakfast. We
models
sure know how to work up an appetite.”
She winked at Bethany, then fell back to the bed and rolled over, her
back facing the enraged woman. Bethany's body shook in anger to an
unhealthy level, and she picked up the money from the floor. She
steadied herself for several moments as Morgan kept her back to the
situation.

“
I
allowed you to come here because my grandson said that he liked you,
and that he wanted to show you around. I realized yesterday that
you're not the type of woman that I want Markus to spend time with.
Now, you'll take the money and you'll be on your way. That... little
girl... is an order.” Morgan giggled into her pillow and pulled
the blanket up a bit more to ward off the chill in the room. “Now!”
The money was tossed on the bed again, but Morgan didn't move. “So
help me, if I have to, I'll tell Markus the truth about you!”
Morgan was interested in her last words, but still wouldn't turn
around. “A prostitute from Ohio. I've never been to the States
myself, but I'm sure Ohio is just as dirty as you obviously are.”
Morgan, finally rolled over.

“
What
did you say?” Bethany took a step towards the wall and smiled
down at Morgan.

“
Oh,
I make it my business to know everything about the people in our
lives. I'll admit, it cost me dearly to get the information, but it
was worth it. Now... leave.” Morgan shook her head in
disbelief. She had no idea that anyone, hired or not, would be able
to find out so much about her considering how private Julianne's
business was. “Don't be so shocked, Morgan. The first thing my
man discovered was that you travel weekly. You're paid directly from
an unknown source, and your hotel stays in various cities are with
men. It didn't take much digging. But what I've assumed from your
travels, your last client was in Scotland... and that makes you free
to spread your legs for my grandson. Now, I'll agree that he would be
a nice catch, so I understand why you're chasing him, but he's not on
the market for the likes of you.” Morgan stared at the woman,
taking in all that she'd said, and took several moments to let the
last statement sink in.

This
bitch thinks I had a client when I was with Finlay. And now I'm
supposedly working on landing Markus as a husband. If she only
knew.... I wouldn't give up my job for any man right now.
Morgan took a deep breath and moved her hair from her shoulder,
flipping it to her back in one swift move. Bethany, in no way, would
ever assume that Markus would ever hire a prostitute. The irony was
thick enough to choke on. She could easily set the woman straight,
but telling her that Markus hired her would be a violation of trust.
And I wouldn't hurt you, Markus.

“
So,
I'll tell Markus that his
model
friend was called away for
work. You just leave here before he returns.” Morgan watched
Bethany leave his room. She thought of calling Julianne, or Markus
himself, but in the end all she could do was get out of bed and pack
the few things that she had removed from her bags. She got her things
together as one tear fell across her cheek. It was humiliating to be
told that she wasn't good enough for someone, even if her foe had
gotten some of the information wrong. Still, she cried, she couldn't
blame the woman for wanting true love for her grandson.

“
As
opposed to a whore.” She sniffed loudly, and walked to the
living room before grabbing her bags. “Don't worry, Markus. I
won't tell anyone the truth. I promise.”

Fifteen
minutes later, Morgan was dressed and standing on the porch when her
taxi arrived. It was the best solution to her problem, to do as
Bethany had told her, and Morgan pulled away from his home without
looking back.

Chapter
Fifteen

Markus
walked straight through the living room, and into the kitchen. His
mother had already told him that she planned to feed his guest, but
neither of them had considered breakfast items. He had laughed at
himself earlier that morning while still in bed at the cereal options
he could provide, but knew that Americans probably wouldn't agree
with the Norwegian eating habits.

Typically,
they eat two to three cold meals a day. Open faced sandwiches for
lunch and snacks, and usually only cereal for breakfast. The only hot
meal they have would be dinner, and he assumed that Morgan would want
more than a bowl of flakes for breakfast. He had crawled out of bed
quietly and left for the city, and right then, he was unpacking
several pastries and two sausage biscuits from the first fast food
place he came across. It was built mainly for the tourists, and
Markus was grateful that it had been open so early.

“
Morgan!”
He called out toward the bedroom, but as assumed, she didn't answer
him. “Wake up if you want to see the city before it's too
crowded to get through the streets.” He laughed as he made his
way toward the bedroom door, and was already thinking of all the
places he planned to take her. “Morgan?” The bed,
however, was empty. Markus turned and faced the small bathroom, but
the door was open and the light was off. He called out several more
times as fear began to sneak through his veins.