His finger went over her lips. “You won't. Remember this Morgan, if you want my cock inside of you, and I know you will, you'll do as I say.” A slight smile crossed his lips as she slowly raised her arms over her head and grabbed her pillow on the sides. “That's a good girl, now try to relax.” Alrik moved down once again, and positioned himself between her legs as his face was above her chest.
When he drew her nipple into his mouth, Morgan's hands moved forward slightly before she caught herself. His tongue was hot and his soft lips surrounded the pink area as he flicked her tiny swollen nipple inside his mouth. It was exactly what Morgan wanted, and keeping her hands still was almost impossible. The sensation that coursed through her body was more intense than she was used to, and the longer she was kept from touching him, the more her body demanded. The sweet torture brought load moans of pleasure that fueled his own desire.
“Alrik.” Her low voice didn't sound like her own as she begged for more. “Use your teeth.” Her body tried to push against his but he held her still with large hands around her waist.
“No.” She looked down into his face as he bared his teeth around their target, then watched as his tongue ran circles around her instead. Morgan dropped her head back to the pillow and gripped the corners more tightly in frustration.
She felt his body shift, lower further down her length, stopping between her legs. Morgan opened them on impulse, and Alrik brought them back together. “Keep them closed until I tell you.”
Her body arched slightly, as much as he would allow, as his tongue met her sensitive flesh. He held her thighs closed tightly as he worked magic on the swollen pink area, the only area that her closed legs would leave exposed. She felt his warm tongue against her tightly squeezed thighs as he moved his mouth slowly. “You taste so fucking good.” His words brought her hands down and she reached for his head once again. “Put them back, Morgan.”
She grabbed the pillow again and felt his smile against her body. Every part of her begged for his touch, and when his tongue started to move faster, so did her lower half. “Not yet.” He slowly moved up and rolled her to her side, laying right behind her.
He put his hand at her hip and held her still as he pushed his cock between her thighs, right against her moist opening. With his large hand splayed across her hip, he moved slowly between her legs and asked, “do you want me? Do you want me inside of you?”
Her inner walls clenched and ached for him to be inside of her. “Yes.” Her word was barely above a whisper, but his body tightened at the sexual strain he heard in her voice.
“Push your ass against me.” His soft words held an authority that made her body tremble in response, and she pushed against him as he pulled his cock from between her thighs, and guided himself inside of her.
From behind, he slid all the way in and held her body still as his hand draped across the front of her. His finger went back to work where his tongue had left off. Morgan moaned and reached behind her to touch him. “Hands.” His one word brought her arms back to her front, and she whimpered as his movements brought her to the brink once again. “Every time I touch you, you want to come...that doesn't give me much time to fuck with you, now does it?” Sex dripped from his every word as he nuzzled her shoulder.
“Don't stop.” She begged for release, but he withdrew from her body and rolled her on to her back.
“You'll come when I let you.” He pushed inside of her again, and moved slowly until he was forced once again to hold her body down. “Relax.” Alrik's moves intensified as he held Morgan's hips to the bed. He watched her struggle, to try to arch against him and bring herself to the avalanche of passion that she had been so close to several times already. Her beautiful body squirmed against him, and the sounds of pleasure and want filled the room and tipped his resolve. “Come for me, Morgan.” His finger moved once again to the one area that would bring her release, and he let go of her hip and watched her grind against his hand and body.
She tensed and held her breath for several moments, he felt her body close tightly around his throbbing dick. He pushed hard inside of her several more times until their wet passion released with intense spasms that brought their bodies tightly entangled as they loudly enjoyed what they had given to one another.
It was true, Morgan had grown accustomed to getting what she wanted in the bedroom, but she had to admit, being told what to do had turned her on more than she could describe. Now she knew what it was like for the men when she had instructed them to do things. They held each other until they had both caught their breath, then a little longer to enjoy the warmth from one another.
“Now what, should I get ready for round two?” She snuggled closer and tried to temp the man into giving her another lesson.
“Go get ready, I'm going to show you the town today,” he rolled off of her, but placed a line of kisses down her tummy as he spoke. “And yes, be prepared for round two...later.”
Yes! She did an inner cheer at his pseudo demand and wiggled under his tickling tongue. Morgan had become spoiled recently in getting to see the places she went to. Felix had told her that there wasn't much to do in Stockholm, but she wanted to find out for herself. He also told her that it was a good place for photos, so even if that's all she could do, she'd be more than happy.
Morgan slid from under his arms and tip-toe-ran to the bathroom. She was already naked, so she went right over to the tub and turned the water on the hottest setting. A nice bath in the morning sounded perfect and the wintery scene out the bay windows made her feel like she was back in Ohio, although, she never would have lounged in a bathtub so luxurious back at her apartment.
She was distracted by testing the water's temperature that she didn't even notice the guest in the bathroom with her. When she turned around, she nearly screamed as she saw Freddy perched on top of the toilet.
“Where did you come from Devil Puss?” Morgan looked around for a something suitable that she could use to coax the cat out of the bathroom but saw nothing. She walked sideways, back against the wall to get back to the door, and poked her head out, “Alrik?” He wasn't in the room anymore. “Shit.” The cat laid down, making himself comfortable and Morgan kept her eyes on him as she walked back over to the tub and slid down inside the bubbly foam. “Don't look at me,” she warned, pointing her finger at the large cat, who hissed in response.
Morgan closed her eyes and pretended he wasn't there. Maybe if she didn't see him, he wouldn't see her. After nearly falling asleep, she reopened her eyes to find he wasn't on the toilet anymore. Out of curiosity, she looked around the large bathroom and didn't see him anywhere. “Where'd ya go?” Morgan washed herself quickly, not knowing how much time she had wasted soaking in the tub.
As she stepped out, she heard a loud bang, followed by a series of scratching noises against metal. “What the fu...” She walked closer to the sound and a loud meow came from the closet, only, when she opened the closet, it was actually a laundry chute. “Freddy?”
She didn't want to lean over the chute in case the cat decided on an attack to her face, but after another frantic meow, she had to look. Fredrick was stuck in the chute, seemingly with all four paws outstretched against the walls, holding himself up.
Morgan tried to call Alrik again, but still got no answer. “Okay, cat, don't bite me!” She reached down and grabbed him under his arms and pulled him out of the metal tunnel. To her surprise, the cat held on to her tightly, sans claws. His heart was beating rapidly, so she sat down on the floor to comfort the furball and he calmed down with each stroke to his back. “Friends?” She pulled him up to where his head was near her neck and, although it was faint, she was sure she heard him purring.
After a few more bonding moments with her new friend, she decided to get ready. After wiping the long orange hairs from her clean body, Morgan wrapped a robe around herself and went back into the bedroom to find an outfit for the day. Right at her feet was Freddy. After she picked out a black sweater
and jeans, Freddy followed her back into the bathroom, curving in and out of her feet as she walked.
Morgan giggled as she tried not to step on him. “Guess you just needed a reality check, huh?” She got dressed and did her hair, leaving it wavy, as she'd never win against the brutal wind with straight hair, then quickly did her makeup and left the bathroom. For the second time, Freddy followed behind her, all the way down the stairs.
“I knew you'd like me,” Morgan picked him up and he cuddled up against her chest, once again. Morgan carried him to the kitchen to see what kind of treat she could give the big guy.
“What did you do to my cat?” Alrik was in the kitchen and his eyes went wide when he saw the beautiful girl with the cat that hated everyone. “Damn...” He walked over and stroked the cat on the head, who purred even louder in response.
“He just needed some love,” Morgan smiled, leaving out the part about saving the feline.
“Shit, maybe that's what Uncle Felix needs and he can stop being so bitter.” Alrik laughed but Morgan didn't. She didn't think Felix was bitter...not that she knew him very well, but he just seemed a little sad. But maybe Alrik was right, he could definitely use some love in his life. One way or another, even if it took Morgan ten years, she planned on finding Rose. Everyone deserves to be with their true love.
“Maybe so,” Morgan finally replied. “Hey, I don't know about you, but I worked up quite an appetite this morning,” she smiled up at him. Alrik nodded and agreed, then had Dag, who was going to town on the lights above the stove, prepare them breakfast.
After they devoured their french toast and sausage, Morgan ran upstairs to grab her camera so they could leave. “Looks like we got some more snow last night,” the tall man announced after he opened the front door.
“Wow...” The ground was covered in a thick white blanket. By thick, that meant another eight inches of snow. Morgan couldn't remember seeing such a beautiful snowfall in her life, but then again, she had only ever seen a snowy parking lot from her apartment window, and the memories of scraping it from her old, crappy car weren't exactly good memories. Morgan went back up the stairs to make a few adjustments to her outfit while Dag and four other men addressed the sidewalk and car. Morgan almost told her client that she was perfectly capable of walking in the snow, but she knew she wouldn't win anyway.
By the time she found a thicker sweater, found a hat and changed into her more waterproof boots, the weather team outside was nearly finished. They shoveled that shit like a boss! She figured it was probably nothing for the men to spend their mornings outside, flicking snow around with their shovels. Sweden was freakin' cold, but they were all used to it.
“Ready?” Alrik asked Morgan as the crew stomped the snow from their boots, then removed them before entering the home. The car was also clear of snow and had been heating up for twenty minutes, so at least Morgan wouldn't be freezing. But I might pretend anyway, she thought. Cozying up to her gorgeous client in the car was one of her favorite things about the trip.
Morgan nodded and Alrik helped her to the car as he had done for all of their other trips. Before they got in, Morgan turned to get a picture of the house. It looks absolutely magical, just like the pond. The smoke from the fireplaces rose into the white sky and the snow piled onto every ledge of the massive brick home, making it look like something out of a movie. “I love your home,” she spoke as they got into the car.
Alrik just smiled at her and as Morgan had hoped he pulled her close for the drive. They didn't actually do much with their day, but Morgan had a lot of fun anyway. Most of the time was spent driving around, stopping along the way for Morgan to get photos of shops, museums, old buildings and a park. She got lots of pictures of her client as well, her favorite being the one of him in front of his favorite coffee house; which is where they spent most of their afternoon and early evening.
When they got back to the house, Morgan was thrilled to find out Felix had ordered pizza. It seemed like it was almost an unspoken custom...she'd had pizza in almost every place she had visited. So far, Australia was still at the top of the list.
Unknown to Morgan, Felix was also ready to talk. He knew Alrik hadn't done his office work for the day, so he'd be disappearing soon, and he'd be free to talk about Rose. It had been years since he had someone to talk to, and if Morgan was so willing to listen, he wanted her advice.
Chapter eight
Alrik did exactly as Felix thought he would, he politely excused himself to his office within minutes of arriving back home. He figured he had at least an hour with Morgan before they were interrupted by his overbearing nephew.
“Dig in!” Felix moved the pizza box closer to Morgan and she giggled as she grabbed a slice with the most toppings.
“You don't need to tell me twice, I love this shit! Oh! I mean...,” she looked down and stopped chewing, “I really like pizza.” His laughter caused her to look up again.
“I love this shit too!” They both relaxed and enjoyed their first slice, even though Felix was trying to figure out how to bare his soul without seeming needy. “So, I've been meaning to ask you, who is this Fin that you and Alrik were talking about the other day?” The question had the reaction he was hoping for, her eyes widened and a slight pink hue started to take over her fair features.
Fin, a man that she could easily hand her heart to, was someone that Morgan had trouble talking about with a practical stranger. She had trouble talking about him to almost everyone, and she didn't know why. “Well.... he was my first client...and we grew....close.” She looked up as she slowly took another bite, and checked to see if that would be enough information.
Felix nodded and asked the standard question of why she wasn't with him. Morgan got a little more serious as she thought about her answer. “Neither of us are ready for a relationship, at least not like that..but, we care about each other and that's enough for now. Then there's Tanner, and Kole...” Why the fuck do I do that?! She closed her mouth and shut her eyes as she willed her last words to disappear.
“Three! Well done, Morgan! Well done indeed!” He slapped his knee in delight and the pink hue on her face turned bright red as she nodded and started to laugh.
“Okay, enough about my messed up situation, let's talk about finding your Rose.” The laughter in the room stopped, at least on the side of Felix, but Morgan wasn't going to give up since she had just spilled her feelings about the men. “No, it's not quiet time, tell me.” She nudged his arm and smiled widely as he looked up again.
“Rose.” He looked beyond her, toward the large kitchen window and far past anything she could see. “She was much like you, not in appearance, but in personality. She smiled all the time, and that laugh...,” a sad distant look took over his face, even though his lips held a smile of the memories, “she had a laugh that could make the worst days.... better.” Morgan watched him as the thoughts of Rose filled his mind, and she allowed him time to enjoy her memory.
Morgan finished her meal quietly before changing directions, she didn't want the conversation to end with sadness. “Oh! I have a scrapbook of all of my... you know... clients. Want to see it?” Her excitement made him laugh again, exactly what she was hoping for, and he nodded enthusiastically as he told her that he would love to. Morgan was already half way up the stairs to retrieve her book of memories before Felix even had a chance to stand. He did, however, get the island cleared before she ran back into the kitchen with her large book.
She sat back down and opened the book to the first page, pointing to the dark haired Scot. “This, is Finlay Campbell.” Her admiration of the handsome man was obvious, and Felix longed to have a woman look at him like that again. “And this..,” she turned the page and pointed, “is Tanner.” She ran her finger along the bottom of the page as she smiled at the memory of his famous wink.
Felix turned the book in his direction and slowly flipped through the pages. He learned more about Morgan within her scrapbook than he had learned in
the last few days. She was new to the profession, but almost fearless when it came to new adventures. She was passionate about those in her life, and tried to learn as much from everyone as she could; that was a trait of some of the greatest people in the world. He could also see that she loved easily, and that wasn't always a good quality to have, but he hoped that things end up for her much better than it did for him.
“It would seem as if we're on opposite sides of the love coin, my young, Morgan. You have too many in your life, and I have too few.” She reached over and put her hand on his arm, and wondered how she could help the broken-hearted man.
“Can you write down everything you know about her? I promise, I'll do everything I can to find her.” She meant it, and he could see the sincerity in her eyes. He knew it couldn't hurt to give her the small bit of information that he had, but he had tried for years and had turned up nothing on his true love.
Felix nodded and agreed, but his hopes weren't changed since the trail went cold years ago. He said that he would write it all down, and left the kitchen for the living room. Morgan didn't feel the same as he did about it, because she still believed that there was a chance of finding her. She just hoped that he had enough information to get her started on her quest.
She was looking out the window in the same manner that Felix had when he thought about Rose, and Morgan wished for a chance, just one chance, to bring the two of them together. He was lonely, and a kind man that held that much love for a woman deserved to be happy. Does she think about him? She had to wonder if Rose was searching for him, or if she moved on with her life and found someone else. What if she found her, and that was the case? Would she tell him? Could she hurt him? But he deserved to know, didn't he? Those thoughts kept her distracted, so much so that she didn't hear the two men meet in the hallway, and walk together back into the kitchen.
“What's this?” Alrik's voice brought her back to the present, and she was too slow to prevent him from turning the scrapbook around and flip through the pages.
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