Around the World in 80 Men Series Boxed Set 1-10

by Brandi Ratliff

  His hot mouth moved across her in a perfect rhythm that forced her to arch her lower body against him as much as she could. Waves of passion and need crashed through her body and Alrik tightened his grip around her ass. “Not yet.” He stood quickly and picked her up by the waist, only to put her down and turn her to face the table. “Bend over, Morgan.” His demand brought another round of warm desire that could be heard echoing through the small wooden shack as Alrik quickly dropped his own pants to his knees.

  She turned around to see his large dick in his hand. “Bend over.” His second demand was stronger, and she had an urge to defy him...to hear his demands again and again. His demand came in the form of his warm hand rising beneath the back of her sweater, and gently pushing her body against the table. “You like this, Morgan?” His breathy words brought a sound from her body that made his cock jerk as he slid inside of her.

  “Yes.” Her one word brought a frenzy of thrusts that rocked the table under her body, and rocked her passion out of control. “Fuck!”

  She couldn't move, her legs were held captive by her own jeans and her ass was high in the air as Alrik had moved one hand under her center and raised her enough to meet his body perfectly.

  One touch in the midst of his body entering hers, one simple brush of his finger that found its target, and Morgan's head went back with his name being moaned from her lips. Alrik's body exploded and he gave them both a release that could be heard from the small shack to anyone in the area. Morgan rocked against him until their bodies were too sensitive for even the slightest touch.

  “Oh my god!” Alrik pulled her jeans up as Morgan's body refused to move on its own. “That was amazing.” She finally stood and pushed her bangs from her face. “You like to be in control....,” she straightened her clothes as she tried to get her breathing under control, “you could drive a woman crazy, ya know.” She cocked her head to the side and gave him a warm smile that told him that she was more than willing to go along with his bed play, or shed play.

  His only reply was a low moan, telling her that he completely agreed. The spontaneity of it all had turned him on from the beginning. He would have been more than happy enjoying her in the house, but in the shed? That was exciting. Either way, he liked how easily she took direction, and it takes a confident woman to allow a man to have total control.

  When Morgan finally found her legs, she grabbed his hand and they walked back toward the house together. By the time they reached the back door, they had a handle on their breathing, but nothing could hide the obvious perspiration on their foreheads and hair.

  “Ohhhhh!” Felix stood from the couch and walked over to them with his eyebrows raised. “Outside? Really?”

  “We were...uhm..playing in the snow.” Morgan brought her hand up to her mouth to hide the giggles after her words.

  “Mhmm...” Felix placed his hand under his chin, thinking for a moment, then leaned closer toward the couple. “You both smell like sex.”

  “I smell dinner.” Alrik pushed his uncle to the side and pulled Morgan through the room behind him toward the kitchen.

  After their meal-pot roast-Morgan and Alrik retreated up the stairs and spent nearly two hours in the tub together, washing the sex from their bodies. Morgan's sensitive breasts had been extra dirty.

  Chapter Six

  “It's arrived!” Morgan nearly squealed when she got off the phone. Her new Reggae tune, the one that replaced the jazz, had rang out in the middle of lunch and she had excused herself to handle the call in the other room.

  “What's arrived?” Alrik pushed his plate away and stood from the island to meet her in the middle of the room.

  “My luggage! That didn't take long at all!” She was more excited to get back into her own comfy pajamas and not the little silk thing Alrik had purchased. She had wanted a glass of water the night before and she couldn't risk going downstairs in the little garment, for the sake of Dag or Felix lurking around the hallways. Of course, she was more than appreciative that she had clothing to wear the two days prior, but there was just something about a nice pair of fuzzy pj's and slippers that made her happy.

  Alrik walked over to Dag and Morgan's eyes followed the handsome man. When her path crossed Dag, she had to do a double-take. Is he...no..he is! He's cleaning the light bulbs! Morgan watched in awe, not even listening to their conversation. Dag was putting the clean light bulb back in place and was already screwing out the next one on the three-bulb wall fixture as Alrik spoke to him. Alrik didn't care if his bulbs were clean, but it was just a little obsession of Dags, so he let him be...it was a win-win anyway.

  “He's going to go pick up your bag and I've asked him to pick you up a new luggage bag for your new things. It slipped my mind to grab one..any color preference?” Alrik was back to Morgan's side, explaining the matter.

  Morgan thought for a moment. Pink. That was her initial answer. But her other bags we're pink and she knew they wouldn't match. It had to be different. “Zebra print?” she asked. It's different, she shrugged her shoulders at her own thought.

  Alrik went back over to Dag who was folding the step ladder back up and told him her request. Dag looked over to her and shook his head back and forth with disapproval of his new mission, but then nodded to Alrik. After he put the ladder and cleaning supplies away, Morgan watched him put on his coat and leave.

  “He doesn't seem to like me too much,” Morgan spoke when the door shut. Like clockwork, Felix appeared from the hallway behind him.

  “Alrik doesn't allow his employees to have feelings,” he spoke about his nephew.

  “You're not going to have feeling in your di...”

  “Boys!” Morgan laughed and pretended to separate the two.

  “They can have all the feelings they want...” Alrik smiled, “outside of this house. I hired the men to work.” Morgan understood. Just because Burke, Luigi and Angel had spoken to her didn't mean all of them should. The other men saw their attendants as friends too, and she could respect Alrik for keeping it professional. His hands are professional too...

  The subject was dropped and Felix changed the topic. “I'm taking you two out to dinner,” he paused when he saw the look on Alrik's face. “Don't give me that look. It's happening. Tonight. I have something to go pick up at the office, so be ready by seven,” he finished, looking at his watch.

  Alrik had been hoping for a quiet evening with the beautiful woman and although he loved his uncle, he didn't want to go play the trio game at a restaurant. Morgan, on the other hand, smiled widely and looked to him, awaiting his response with Felix. The tall man sighed and nodded. “Fine.” With that, Felix told the two goodbye and went on his way with the promise of returning later and Alrik broke his own 'English-speaking' rule and mumbled something in Swedish to his uncle's back as he walked out of the house.

  “I've got to check a few things in my office, I won't be long...fuck it. You can join me, if you'd like,” he didn't give her an option and grabbed her hand to lead her to one of the few rooms that she had only seen briefly. It was at that moment that Morgan realized, she didn't even know what line of work he was in.

  The office wasn't nearly as impressive as some of the other rooms, which surprised Morgan, but judging by the little time he spent in there, she supposed there was no need for it to be extravagant. There was an extra long desk, a water dispenser and a lamp on one side, and of course, a fireplace on the other. “My God! This place has a lot of fireplaces!”

  Alrik chuckled as he sat down at his desk and pointed to a long couch for her to sit down.

  “Originally, there were four, when the place belonged to my grandparents. Over the years, my parents had more added to keep down the cost of heating bills...and since I've owned it, I had this one,” he gestured behind him with his thumb, “and the one in the bathroom added.”

  “Mmm...I love the one in the bathroom,” she admitted. “So, what do you do, exactly?” By then, she was laid out on the black lea
ther couch and talking to the back of Alrik's head.

  “Aside from the hard task of being the sexiest man alive?” He wheeled his chair in a half-circle to look at her and saw she wasn't nearly as amused as he was with his comment. “I'm an investor,” he told her with a delicious smile. He explained a bit of what he did, but left out the part about receiving a hefty inheritance in which he had put into the investment pools to begin with. From his first gamble, it had snowballed. He went from being worth nearly one-million to over twenty-million in less than five years. Morgan did her usual routine when she had nothing to add to the conversation and simply nodded at appropriate times.

  When he was finished telling her about his job, he went back to checking numbers and Morgan found herself staring at the tall ceilings. After she looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was already five-thirty, she got up, and gave Alrik a long, sweet, kiss. “I'm going to go get ready. Don't work too hard.” She gave him another quick peck on the lips and left the office and Alrik's eyes followed her ass out the door.

  In the bedroom, her luggage bag was already there, and she immediately wheeled it into the bathroom with her, silently thanking Dag for retrieving it. Morgan was excited about dinner; mainly for the fact that she might get to learn a bit more about Felix's story and see if she could get any insight on how things might turn out with her own feelings for Finlay and Tanner. But, as she got ready and the more she thought about it, she was actually dreading the dinner by the time seven o'clock rolled around.

  It's going to be another fancy place that serves raw meat and leaves. She made a yuck-face to her reflection, and after a final spritz of hairspray, she left the bathroom.

  “Damn. You look...wow.” Alrik was in the bedroom pulling on a pair of pants when she walked out and almost fell over when his eyes landed on her. She had decided on the new dress that the handsome Swedish man had bought for her. It was royal blue, long, and elegant and like her other gowns, it hugged her womanly curves perfectly.

  “You look wow too!” His pants were finally up and when she got a full look at him, she couldn't look away. “Maybe...” she walked up to him slowly and grabbed the front flaps of his jacket to pull him closer, “we don't have to go to dinner.” The last part was barely above a whisper, but he heard her and its affect on him was obvious. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her against his body. The feel of his hardened part against her made her dread the dinner plans even more.

  “You already agreed to it, we have to go,” he told her, still holding her captive against his erection.

  “I...no! You did!” She blamed him for sexual frustration that hadn't even happened yet. Alrik laughed and nodded.

  “Either way,” he threw the blame off himself again, “I don't break plans. I'm sure he's downstairs. Are you ready?”

  Morgan sighed, wishing she had made plans with her client first, then nodded and told him she was ready. After she grabbed her purse and camera, they walked together down the stairs, where Felix was already waiting.

  “I thought you two went to go play in the snow again...” Felix smiled like he knew a secret and Morgan blushed, knowing the secret. If dinner plans had been for eight o'clock, they would have definitely played in the snow again.

  *****

  “This is nothing like I had expected!” When the three of them walked into the restaurant together, Morgan had been prepared for the worst: dark lighting, stupid light jazz music, excessive candles and horrible food. It wasn't anything of the sort. It was dimly lit, but not in a blinding way, and the place was packed, it was loud and every aroma that filled her senses was that of beer and good food.

  The place was fancy, but nothing like any of the other places she had gone to. Every woman seemed to be in her best dress and every man was in a suit, but they were throwing back glasses of beer and french fries like they were at a county fair. It was crazy, and Morgan felt right at home.

  “What were you expecting?” both Alrik and Felix asked.

  “Well, fine dining...you know...” Morgan brought her hand up like she was drinking and put her pinky out straight to add emphasis to her point. Everyone laughed, knowing exactly what Morgan must have pictured. “But I can totally deal with this fine dining!”

  They pushed past a crowd of people and found a round table in the corner and staked it for their own. Morgan took a picture before they sat down and when she caught both men staring at her, she told them not to judge. “I want to remember things...and maybe I want to remember this table.” She took another picture out of spite and Alrik rolled his eyes, then laughed and pulled her down by her wrist to sit next to him.

  “Remember this,” he kept pulling her wrist behind his back until they were face-to-face and he kissed her. He loved kissing, but more than that, he loved kissing her. Morgan loved his kisses too. He was sensual, but had a demanding tongue that drove her mad.

  “How could I forget that?” she whispered against his lips. They were interrupted by a loud, obnoxious moan from across the table, coming from Felix.

  Morgan sat up in her seat, putting her head down to hide her smile and flushed cheeks. She knew what it felt like to be the third wheel and she reminded herself that she'd try to keep her lips to herself for the remainder of the meal.

  “I'm going to go get us some drinks,” Alrik slid out of his chair and left the two of them at the table. Morgan took a glance back and saw the bar was full, so she thought she had time to ask a few questions.

  She scooted her chair across the wooden floor, it was a lot louder than she expected and was thankful the music drowned out most of the scraping. When she was closer to Felix's chair, she leaned in even closer so she didn't have to yell, “so tell me more about Rose!” She yelled anyway.

  “Oh, you don't want to know about an old man's story!” he yelled back.

  “I do! I think it's sweet! Have you tried finding her? What if she's looking for you?”

  “Of course I've tried to find her! Last time I saw her was twelve years ago, and she was living in California. For years, I searched for every woman named Rose in the whole goddamn state!” He put his head down, and slowly shook it back and forth, warding off his defeat. “And she'd never be looking for me. Besides, even if she tried, I've moved and I don't know if she could find me.”

  “Did you try contacting her employer?” Morgan asked when he was finished.

  “Yep. The woman told me she didn't have contact with any of the girls anymore, but had thought Rose was in San Diego. I actually went to San Diego a few years back, in a last ditch effort. She wasn't there.” His eyes were filled with the same sadness that he had displayed a few days prior and Morgan dropped the subject. It was clearly something very emotional for him and she couldn't see putting him through anymore turmoil.

  Morgan saw Alrik returning out of the corner of her eye and did some quick thinking. She turned back to Felix and prayed that he'd catch on. “That's so funny! I thought the same thing! Does she even own a mirror?”

  Felix's head shot up and he looked at Morgan who gave a subtle head tilt toward Alrik, then she saw the understanding wash over his face. “Or her husband? He could have told her the truth!” As Alrik sat down next to Morgan, Felix mouthed the words, THANK YOU to Morgan. She had saved him from another lecture about Rose from Alrik and got his mind out of sad mode.

  “What are you going on about?” the tall man butted into the conversation, setting down six drinks for the trio. Morgan and Felix continued the conversation about an imaginary woman with a tight dress and boobs that were falling out of the halter straps and even Alrik added his two cents about the woman none of them had even seen.

  The night was a lot of fun for all of them as they sat together, told stories, drank too much beer and devoured five-star pizza.

  Chapter Seven

  Morgan tiptoed naked back to the bed from the bathroom, trying to launch a morning sneak attack on the sleeping man. The problem with her theory was that Alrik wasn't s
leeping. He waited until she was just putting her knee on the mattress when he rolled over quickly and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her on top of him in one swift move.

  “No fair!” She giggled loudly and tried to fight him off, but his grip was way beyond a match for Morgan. “Alright, you win!” Her surrender was no match either, and the man kept his hold as he laughed and held her body flat against his. Morgan tried an approach that might win her temporary freedom. “Let me go, and I'll give you something...,” she kissed him slowly before finishing, “nice.”

  “No.” Alrik's one word caught her off guard, and so did his master flipping abilities as she found herself on her back, staring up into his intense gaze. “I'll keep my hold, and give you something...,” his mouth closed over hers for an intense kiss that made her whimper in response, “nice.” He moved slowly down the length of her body, stopping to kiss her warm skin along the way to her breast.

  Morgan put her hands in his blonde hair and tangled her fingers on the sides as she helped guide him lower. “Put your hands above your head, Morgan.” He never looked up as he told her what he expected, and Morgan didn't move her hands. Alrik finally raised his eyes, and removed his lips from her skin. “You're used to getting what you want, but in my bed....,” he moved back up and met her face to face, “I'm in charge.” He kissed her neck softly and told her how things would happen. “You'll put your hands above your head, or I'll hold them there myself.” His mouth was almost against hers when he continued. “I'm going to enjoy your beautiful tits for as long as I want, and you'll not touch me.” He titled his head and stared into her eyes, her passion burning through as each word left his lips. “When I'm ready, I'm going to bury my tongue between your legs, and you'll come when I let you.”

  Morgan nodded and she realized that she had been holding her breath as he spoke. “What if I can't help it? What if...?”