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Reaching up to touch her cheek, Alex answered, “I love kissing.”

“So, why didn’t you kiss me?”

“That wasn’t what I needed.” She lifted herself until their mouths were almost touching. “Now, I’d like it.” Her lips ghosted Morgan’s, faintly brushing, moving away every time Morgan tried to capture them.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What’s stopping you?” Alex breathed against her. “What stops you doing what you want?”

Morgan thought for a moment. “Permission.”

Alex smiled.

She hadn’t been wrong.

“Kiss me.”

It wasn’t an invitation. It was a demand, to take what she wanted. Morgan wasn’t used to being in this kind of dynamic, and yet, she fit like a glove with it. Slowly, her hand reached up and threaded her fingers into Alex’s hair, her eyes locked on Alex’s mouth.

“Now,” Alex encouraged.

Tightening her grip, this time when she pressed forward, Alex couldn’t move out of the way. Morgan captured her lips and forced her tongue between them, revelling in the groan of satisfaction that rumbled from Alex’s throat.

Morgan pressed her body forward and constrained Alex into the mattress, all of her weight on top of her. Only when she was trapped beneath her did Morgan stop kissing.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Alex grinned and opened her legs wider. An invitation. Permission granted silently.

“I want to kiss you elsewhere.” Alex’s raised brow made her rethink her wording. Alex might be up for switching, but she was still very much in control right now.

Morgan considered. “May I kiss you elsewhere?”

“Put your mouth here.” Alex pointed between her legs.

Rearing up onto her knees, Morgan thought for a moment, coming to a decision. Alex watched in amusement as Morgan got off the bed. Slightly confused, she internally shrugged and relaxed back against the pillows, her arms lazily moving to stretch out behind her head.

Just as she got comfortable, she felt her ankles grabbed, and she was dragged down the bed.

She gasped when she looked down to find Morgan grinning up at her, already dropping to her knees.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you?” Alex sighed and relaxed into the first touch of lips against her skin.

Chapter Twenty

The morning came quicker than Morgan had hoped. She stretched out and smiled as she remembered the hours earlier. Her body ached in that delicious way that reminded her of every touch of her body.

She closed her eyes and tried to shake herself of the instant arousal that sent her clit into overdrive again. “Fuck,” she muttered as her hand moved towards the pulsing need.

It wouldn’t take long, she thought to herself. Her fingertips worked in tight circles, while her mind replayed the sound of Alex instructing her, demanding of her, encouraging her.

She pressed harder, moved faster and was just about to fall over the edge.

There was a sharp rap of knuckles on the door, followed by, “Doctor, are you awake?”

“Shit.” Morgan whipped her hand away and pulled the sheet higher to cover herself in case Francine took it upon herself to just waltz in.

“Yes, I’m up.”

“Okay, good, we need to be at the venue in an hour,” Francine said.