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“There will be a punishment if you do,” Alex warned.

Morgan’s legs squeezed together.

“You want to be punished?” Alex asked, her hands firmly grasping Morgan’s thighs and pushing them apart. “Is that what you want?”

“No, I—” Her head fell back, hands reaching behind to lean against the table, holding herself up as her knees weakenedto the onslaught of teasing and cajoling Alex was torturing her with.

“Alex,” Morgan cried out. “Please, I need—”

“Say it. Tell me what you need.” Alex taunted her, a fingertip rubbing circles over the very tip of her clit, as lightly as possible.

“Come, make me come, please.”

“That’s better. Again,” she demanded, her finger dipping lower to tease the entrance to Morgan’s need. Dipping into the wetness and coating her fingers in readiness. “Tell me again, Morgan.

“Please, I’m begging, please, make me come, for god’s sake Alex. I can’t— I need—”

She didn’t get the chance to finish before Alex pressed into her with her fingers, her mouth sucking Morgan’s clit, until finally, Morgan was allowed to let go. She howled her orgasm, shuddering every wonderful, perfect, exquisite sensation out of her body and into the ether.

Chapter Fifty

“You’re fucking?”

Alex had opened the door, ready to go find Mack and get back to the hotel where they could continue enjoying each other in more comfortable surroundings. Instead, she opened it to find Francine, face like thunder, arms rigid across her chest.

“In a church?” Francine glared at them both, disdain and disappointment in her voice.

It was posed as a question, but in reality, it was a statement. And one that hit hard instantly, like it was supposed to.

““It’s a cathedral,” Alex snarked back. “Not that it’s anyone else’s business—” she attempted to say before Francine interrupted.

“Oh, after that little performance…trust me, it’s everyone else’s business.”

Morgan felt her cheeks heat, her mouth gape. “We—”

“Don’t,” Francine said, holding her finger up. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care. What you two do in your down time is your business, but this is work.” She stepped in closer. “I can’t protect you, either of you, if I don’t know what I’m protecting.”

The pair of them remained silent, like children scolded.

“Now, you both need to go out there and get into the car. There will be no mention of this.” She waved her hand at the pairof them. “Not one word, I don’t care who asks or what they ask. You avoid and evade until we have the chance to sit down and work this out.”

“But…you wanted everyone to think this was happening. What does it matter if it is?” Morgan felt very confused along with the embarrassment.

“What does it matter? The idea was to create a vague possibility of you dating. Something you,” she pointed at Alex, ”told me to forget about because you didn’t want her dragged through it, instead it’s like Fifty Shades of Pink is being filmed.”

Morgan’s eyes widened.

“Oh, you thought because the door was closed that nobody would hear what you were doing?” Francine’s sarcasm was on point. “Every member of staff who has access to anywhere within fifty feet of this room, heard that.”

“Look, you’re right, it probably wasn’t the most sensible thing to do.” Alex tried to calm the situation.

“Uh huh, ya think?” Francine shook her head. “I should have known better and just organised a playmate.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex responded indignantly.

“You think I didn’t know this would happen?” Francine hissed. “But I thought you’d have the sense to remain discreet.”

“What does any of that mean?” Morgan asked, only to be shushed by Francine.