That day, when he asked Morgan what she wanted to do, they had spent the early afternoon getting lunch downstairs, then she had suggested watching the sunset together. Sunsets were better than sunrises in her book and it was one of the most beautiful sunsets Morgan could ever remember in her life. That evening they went swimming together at the hotel pool, something Morgan hadn't done since she was a child, and then the two got a steaming hot shower together.
By the time Wednesday approached, Morgan felt rejuvenated and her head was already looking much better. When Jake asked if she wanted to see one of his clubs, Morgan was quick to agree. It was still early afternoon, so it wouldn't be open yet, but it didn't matter because she had to see where he usually spent most of his time.
The MIAMI BREEZE stood out on the busy street, which Morgan totally expected. The front was made mostly of glass, shaded to almost black, and the bright blue and white neon sign was something that she wished she could see at night. The inside, however, was nothing like she had expected.
There were five dance floors, not one, and three bars. The triple level club had staircases made of a material that looked like glass, and had blue lighting that would flicker with the music, so Jake had explained. The upper level was her favorite, due to the white sofas, white plush chairs, and photos of every celebrity that had ever walked into the club, and there were hundreds. “So, I take it only the important people are allowed up here?” She smiled as she started an exaggerated walk, much like a runway model who was working the carpet for royalty.
“Yes, which is why you're here.” He caught up with her and wrapped his arms around her small frame, trapping her arms at her side. She giggled and put her head back against his chest. Jake nudged her head a little, just enough to get his lips close to her ear. “Ya know, I've always wanted to fuck on that sofa.” She felt his head move slightly in the direction of one lone couch in the corner, directly under a ten foot wide window that boasted of a gorgeous ocean view. She turned in his arms and put her hands at his hips.
“I didn't actually believe you when ya said that you hadn't slept with any girls from the club, but now that I've gotten to know you better, I see that you were telling the truth.” She leaned back in his arms while she gave him her 'I'm impressed,' look, and they both laughed as he picked her up by the waist and carried her across the dance floor. He put her down when they reached his enticing furniture.
“Hmm... I may be a little messed up in the head, but I always tell the truth.” His large hands raised to the middle of her back and he pulled her against him as he spoke into her neck. “And the truth is, I really...really....want you on that sofa...now.” He leaned forward enough to push her back, and she fell in a sitting position on top of the soft cushion. When she lifted her head to meet his gaze, the look on her face was all the invitation he needed.
Her smile was probably the most attractive quality that he saw in the girl, but at that moment, her large breasts that she had uncovered with removing her tee and bra, had to be a close second. His eyes moved between her face and chest as she wiggled free of her shorts and panties, while never leaving the white cushion. She leaned back until her head met the back of the couch. “I appreciate the audience, but how are we ever going to get that...,” her hand went to his hardened middle, and she ran her finger along his length under his zipper, “into this....,” her other hand slid slowly from the middle of her inner thigh, all the way up to her center, “if you're still dressed?”
Six seconds, if one were counting, is how long it took Jake to give Morgan a perfect view of his hard naked body. He had just kicked his briefs away from his ankle when he told her what he wanted. “Turn around, on your knees.” She gladly followed his lead, and stood up enough to put her knees on the cushion, and her hands on the back of the couch. The view from the window was breath taking, but her body was in far too much need to fully appreciate it.
He leaned over and put his hands beside hers, his mouth just a breath away from her neck. “Are you ready...I mean...can I...?”
“Fuck me, Jake.” He had spent the last few nights, loving her gently and completely, and that wasn't what either of them wanted right then. She moved her knees further apart, and arched her back, just as he grabbed her hips and entered her. Morgan's loud response as he filled her body was as intoxicating as their own scents that intertwined and danced around their every move.
He pushed deep with every thrust, and his large hands held her hips with a steel grip that moved her body against his in the way that they both needed. Jake's body started to scream for release, and he slowed his movements, causing Morgan to move against him. “Jake...” Her breathy plea caused his cock to jerk in response,and all he could do was pull out of her and flip her to her back.
He pushed her legs apart and his face lowered to her center, his tongue finding the spot that would give her the release that she had begged for. Morgan put her hands on his head, and buried her fingers in his dark hair, as her sounds of pleasure increased with each soft flick of the man's tongue. He knew she was close, and he slid his finger inside of her, moving in rhythm with his mouth, until Morgan's knees came together and a rush of hot passion filled her body. Jake didn't move, his sensitive cock wanted to push against the sofa's cushion, to move just slightly and end his own torture.
He held his hand still, and felt her walls grip tightly around him as her body tensed with spasms of release. When her clenching body began to relax, he pulled her back up into a sitting position. “Get back on your knees, baby.” “
She repositioned herself, and brought her body in front of his, standing before her with his beautiful dick inches from her face. “I can't do this if I'm facing the other way” Her eyes lifted to his as her hand wrapped around his still wet shaft.
Jake's head went back and his eyes closed as her mouth took in his swollen head. Morgan's hand moved slowly along his length as she held him in her mouth, sucking gently with each pump of her hand. She heard his breathing, knew how close he was, and her mouth took more of him as her hand worked even faster.
Her mouth felt amazing, her every move left him wanting more, and in seconds, his pleasure exploded through his body and he pulled away from her just as his passion overflowed. His loud moan filled the room as Morgan continued moving her hand over him, watching as his release pulsed between their bodies.
“Goddamn, Morgan,” Jake finally spoke as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes went to the floor, where Morgan's followed and they both laughed at the mess they had created on his beautiful black tile. “Guess I had better take care of that.” Jake shook his head and grabbed his briefs and slid them on, then his jeans. Having his employees see his love juice on the floor when they came in to open was probably not a good idea.
“A wet floor sign might do the trick,” Morgan kissed him and excused herself to the restroom after she put her own clothing back on. The bathroom was unlike any that she had ever seen in a club. There were six baskets of makeup, nice makeup, and more perfumes and body sprays than she could count. Lotion, hair spray, even curling irons and flat irons. She imagined the gorgeous women that probably stood guard during the night, getting tips for applying make up and doing the hair for Miami's best after sweating their hairstyles away on the dance floor.
After she used the restroom for what it was for, she took advantage of the hairspray and a spritz of perfume, then met her client back out in the main area. He was fully dressed, the floor was clean and he had poured them both something to drink.
“Cheers!” Jake passed Morgan her glass, then held his own up.
“What are we cheersing?” She giggled and hesitated before going through with his toast.
“Uhm...relaxing,” Jake winked at her and Morgan smiled, finally tapping her glass against his.
“To relaxing!” Morgan took a sip. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was strong and she knew that one would be her limit or she wouldn't be of much use for the rest of the day. “What's this?
” Morgan saw a note taped to the bar's counter and got up from her stool to examine it.
“What's what?” Jake walked around to her side and saw what she was talking about and pulled the white paper off of the counter. “You're shitting me! Dammit!”
“What's wrong?” Morgan tried to get a peek over his shoulder, but he was too tall.
“The health inspector was scheduled for next week, but he's coming in tomorrow. They had this note here for all of the crew to make sure shit was in shape tonight, but I'm glad I came in...” Morgan could see that the serious expression was back on his face and she already knew she probably wouldn't be seeing her client much for the rest of their time together.
“Don't worry, babe, today is all yours,” he reassured her, seeing the look of sadness on her face. He knew that he could count on his employees to make sure everything was good to go, but he would have to be there the following day, even though his managers would have preferred to take care of things on their own. Obviously, for the reason they hadn't even called him to let him know. “Wanna dance?”
Morgan nodded, took his hand in hers and they went over to the DJ stand where he let her choose a line up of songs. The first few were fast, and Jake got to be impressed by the girls secret skills. Morgan couldn't remember the last time she got to let loose and just dance, especially with a gorgeous man. She had met Jack Dalon, the ass of a man at a club in Canton, and that was the last time she could remember going out. But even then, she hadn't had much of an opportunity to dance because she had chased Jack around like a lost puppy. The thought brought a smile to her face. Even though she had been so dumb to fall for him, he wasn't an eighth of the man any of her clients were and she was sure he hadn't been laid by the date he had taken to the restaurant the week prior.
“That was a lot of fun, Jake,” Morgan stopped after the last song and doubled over, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“One more!” Jake ran back to the DJ stand and put on a slow song. They danced together like they were at a high school prom, but with the ability to get close and share a few sweet kisses. After their dance, the two of them made their way back to the hotel.
Once there, the two enjoyed a nice dinner together at a burger joint near the hotel, then took a walk along the beautiful Miami shoreline. Another gorgeous sunset was enjoyed as well, one that Morgan brought her camera for. She also got the photo of her client that was going into the scrapbook. He was leaned up against a palm tree, and the shy smile that she had grown to like so much lit up the picture.
After their walk, Jake continued the romance back in the room where he ran a bath for the girl. She sat back in the hot water while her client tenderly washed her hair and body, then dried her off and carried her to the bed. They picked back up where they had left off in the club and enjoyed a final night of love making together.
Chapter Ten
On Thursday, which was usually the last full day she had with her clients, Morgan woke up to an empty room, as expected. There was a note on the bedside table explaining that he would return from the club whenever the inspection was over, and after making sure the bar was prepped properly for the upcoming weekend.
Morgan sighed and set the note back on the little table. Her selfish side wished that she could have him for herself, but her logical side could respect the man for working so hard. It also gave her an opportunity to take care of arrangements for her next client.
“Aww!” When she went into the kitchen, she saw there was a new package of blueberry muffins and a pot of coffee had already been brewed. He didn't drink coffee, so she knew it was just for her. She also had no idea when he had gone out to get the muffins, but she quietly thanked him for thinking about her.
Morgan got ready for her day, but kept on comfy clothing, of course, and poured herself a cup of coffee. After she carried it safely to the nightstand, she grabbed her blueberry treats and laptop, then made it back to the bed to start her research.
“This week just started!” Morgan sighed again, a bit louder and regretted that it was already time to chose her next client. She plucked out a few berries while her laptop loaded and thought about where she wanted to go next. When she had Julianne's website up and her first muffin annihilated, she scanned over the map. “Business really is picking up!” The whole globe seemed to be blinking up. Some areas had small dots, while others had huge glowing dots, where it indicated more men were waiting for company for the week ahead. “Well, guess I'll take the load off of one of these...” Morgan hovered over the first of the larger dots. New York. She shook her head back and forth, she wasn't ready for another big city. Another large dot, South Africa. Too far. She wasn't feeling up for another multi-day flight.
“Okay, let's see...Canada! Perfect!” There were a few large dots in the country and Morgan clicked on one over Winnipeg, and it spread into five smaller dots over the area. Morgan clicked on one and the first man that popped up was the one she knew she had to meet.
“Tyler Andrews, holy shit! Well, Ty, you better start me a fire, because I'm coming to Canada.” It was out of the country, on the outskirts of a big city and it wasn't too far. Morgan chose her next client and closed her laptop. “That's settled.” Before she jumped into the shower, Morgan brought the website up on her phone, found Tyler again and sent his picture to her dear Angel. I'm headed to Canada. This is next on my to-do list. What do you think? Love, Sticky.
Before she was unclothed, a reply came through that echoed the reggae tune throughout the empty room. Oh, sweet Jesus! Bite that bitch's neck like a polar bear, and ride him through the outback. Love, Angel.
Morgan laughed so loud, the room next door could have heard her. “Angel!” She typed another message, The outback is in Australia! But, I do hope there is biting involved. Talk to you soon my Angel. She knew he was probably busy preparing Gio for the weekend and didn't want to blow up his phone. It would have been easy to talk to the man all day though.
She also had to make a call to Felix, but was still not sure how to get around Julianne's 'no interference' rule. But there was no other way, and she knew it. “I need to tell him, I need to tell Felix to find you. But how can I...?” Morgan couldn't worry about how to do it, she just had to do it. She found Felix in her contacts, and hit the button. Her heart nearly flipped when his gentle voice came through. “Uh, hey Felix! It's Morgan, how are you?” She waited the two standard seconds that it usually took for someone to register a first time call from another person.
“My lovely, Morgan. It's so nice to hear from you, how are you?” Her face reddened at the thought of what she was about to say, but say it she did.
“Felix, I'll only say this once, so I hope you're paying attention. I'm not telling you this, do you hear me? I'm not....telling you...that my boss, Julianne, used to go by the name of Rose when she was a call girl. Rose Marks has a brand new Facebook account and she is hoping that her old flame, a man from Sweden, finds her. Rose does not want anyone interfering in her love life, so I, Morgan, have no idea who Felix is, nor do I know anything about hooking her up with her old flame. It was nice talking to you, Felix. Take care.” She was just about to hang up when she heard a soft voice, filled with emotion, respond.
“I can't thank you enough.” She turned the phone off, then let out a sigh of relief, or regret, at what she had just done. “Good luck, both of you.”
After her long bath, Morgan got herself presentable for a solo lunch downstairs and before she left the room, she grabbed her phone, ready for Julianne's itinerary. Shortly after her chicken sandwich arrived, Morgan's phone sounded out again, but it wasn't regarding her next flight.
*****
“Damn...” Tyler stared down at his phone, like he had been for the past fifteen minutes. It was great that he had a woman who wanted to join him for the week, but the notification came through with bad timing. “Okay, I can still make this work...”
A quick call to Julianne would solve everything. He told her that the week
couldn't start until Monday, due to...certain circumstances...and he asked that the girl who chose him would call him as soon as possible. Any other week would have been great, but everything needed to go as planned and it wouldn't work unless she arrived on Monday instead of Friday. Julianne said she'd tell Morgan, and after she got off the phone, she did just that. She sent Morgan a text letting her know that she was to call her client, then booked a flight from Miami to Canada for early Monday morning.
*****
“Tyler?” Morgan had waited until she was back in the privacy of her room to give the man a call. At least if she heard the click of the card sliding through the door, she'd have enough time to handle things.
“Morgan! Thanks for calling!” His voice. Oh, he had such a deep, sexy, mouth-watering voice. “I, uh. Look, you can't come here Friday,” he briefly explained.
Morgan nodded, then realized she was going to have to speak in order to communicate. She just wanted to hear him again. “Okay,” she whispered.
Tyler laughed, a husky, deep laugh that she knew she was going to adore in the week to come. She didn't even know what he had just said, just keep talking. When he repeated that she couldn't come until Monday, it finally registered, then he continued. “My family is out of town until Sunday night, and I need you to do something for me.”
The girl had no idea what his family had to do with their time together, but she asked what it was that she needed to do. He went on explaining, “I need you to be my fiance. My whole family is going to be there to greet you at the airport. I'm telling them that we met months ago, kept in contact and have fallen madly in love.” He waited for Morgan to speak, but she didn't and it made him nervous. “I, uhm...just...when you get to the airport, can you act like you.... love me?”
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