Page 54 of Heal You (The Study You #3)

“I don’t know,” Morgan said as she leaned down behind Jan and kissed the side of her neck. “If I’ve never told you before, you look incredibly hot wearing your reading glasses.”

Jan rolled her eyes playfully. “God, you’re such a lesbian.”

“Guilty!” Morgan spun Jan’s chair around and got to her knees in front of her.

That gaze penetrated Jan in all kinds of ways, but the softness always remained in Morgan’s eyes.

The gold flecks did little to quell the love she had for this woman.

“Do I need to remind you of just how much of a lesbian I am?”

Jan took her bottom lip between her teeth and smirked. “Maybe you do.”

Morgan hooked her fingers around the waistband of Jan’s—okay, they belonged to Morgan—sweatpants and urged her to lift her hips.

When she did and Morgan dragged them down her legs, Jan felt that all too familiar heat rise throughout her.

It didn’t take a lot for Morgan to get her going, but since their conversation…

since they’d told one another they were falling, it was so intense that Jan felt as though she could burst from the slightest of touches.

And she had…on several occasions last night.

Morgan palmed Jan’s thighs before she leaned back in to remove her underwear.

The cool air prickled Jan’s legs with goosebumps, but it was Morgan’s soothing, warm breath that she focused on as she sat up on her knees and drew Jan into a fiery kiss.

“Working from home just got exciting.” Morgan smiled against Jan’s mouth as she lowered her hand and dipped it between her legs.

She brushed Jan’s lips with her knuckles, kissing her way along Jan’s jaw and towards her ear. “Mm, you’re wet.”

“W-what do you expect?”

Morgan’s eyes flickered a shade darker when she urged Jan towards the edge of her chair.

In all her life, nobody had ever dropped to their knees and gave Jan what she needed.

Not Phil, not…anybody. “Fuck, I could taste you every minute of the day.” Morgan licked her lips and inched closer.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Every last thing about you. ”

Jan’s heart swelled. Morgan had no issues with being vocal in their relationship, and in this moment, Jan believed it was top of the list in terms of what she loved about her. Communication was hugely important to Jan, even if she’d struggled with it herself recently. “Morgan, please…”

She dipped her head and licked a slow path between Jan’s lips. Jan gripped the arms of her chair, pressed her heels into her seat, and gave herself over to Morgan. Her hips moved rhythmically, every inch of her skin burning with the orgasm already building deep in the pit of Jan’s stomach.

“F-fuck.” Jan gasped when Morgan slowly eased her tongue inside of her and wrapped her fingers around her thighs. “Y-yes. More.”

The shrill of Jan’s phone pierced the air, chiming on her desk as a call came through, but Morgan didn’t let up. She eased deeper and moaned. Jan rode her face, thankful when her phone stopped ringing, and tangled her hand through Morgan’s hair.

And then the ringing started again.

Fucking hell!

Morgan drew back reluctantly. “Answer it.”

“N-no.” Jan shook her head, desperately needing the release Morgan had built up inside of her. “It can wait.”

“Just…answer it.”

Jan blindly reached for it and answered with a frustrated huff. “Yes?”

“Did you get the blueprints?” Phil asked, his voice pulling her far from whatever Morgan had been doing between her thighs just moments ago.

“Yes, Phil. I have the blueprints.” Jan rolled her eyes as she looked down at Morgan, but Morgan simply smirked, dipped two fingers inside her, and rolled her tongue over her clit.

“I…uh, d-do you need anything else?” Jan’s fingers ached as she wrapped one hand around the arm of her chair again.

“I… Y-yes.” She cleared her throat. “I’m b-busy. ”

“Where the hell are you?”

Morgan eased a third finger inside her, and Jan’s head fell back against her seat, her eyes closing as she slowly fucked Morgan’s fingers. “At home. W-working.”

“You’re taking the piss, right?” Phil scoffed. “You don’t sound like you’re working. You don’t even sound like you’re at home. If you can’t deal with this, and I can’t trust you to work from home, then tell me that, Jan!”

Morgan sucked Jan’s clit between her lips and brought her to the edge of what would surely be an explosive orgasm. She needed to end the call now before it was too late. “I said I’m busy—I have to go!” She ended the call and dropped her phone to the desk with a clatter. “That was cruel.”

Morgan drew back and lifted a brow. “I don’t give a fuck.”

“Since you feel that way, you can fuck me harder to make it up to me.” Jan hooked her legs over either side of the chair, opening herself fully to Morgan. “Go on. Make me come.”

Morgan’s eyes blazed with a fire Jan had never encountered before. These were the moments they were both living for recently. Fun and fucking…while falling deeply in love with one another. “Babe, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

“Then touch yourself and come with me.”

Morgan slid a hand down the front of her pyjama shorts, moaning when she brought herself towards the edge. “Shit.” She watched as her soaked fingers slid in and out of Jan with ease, the sound of their wetness blanketing the silence of the room. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“I-I’m close.”

“M-me, too.” Morgan’s mouth fell open, the most beautiful smile teasing on her lips as she fucked Jan faster, her own hand moving frantically inside her shorts. “C-coming. Oh, fuckkkk.”

Jan came around Morgan’s fingers, her body shaking and slumping in her seat.

She placed a hand to her forehead, gasping when Morgan withdrew her fingers and lapped up her wetness.

“Baby,” Jan whispered as she pressed a palm to the top of Morgan’s head.

“Oh, shit. Fuck…t-that…” She shuddered and moaned, shockwave after shockwave flowing through her.

“H-how the hell am I supposed to work after that?” As she lowered her legs, Jan felt the slickness coating her thighs, but she didn’t care.

Morgan wanted her, Morgan craved her…and Jan, well, she was feeling the very same thing but on another level entirely.

“I love you, and I do want to spend my life tasting you.” Morgan leaned up on her knees and crashed her lips to Jan’s. “You have the sweetest pussy in the world.” She brushed her hand between Jan’s legs and smirked against her mouth. “So fucking perfect.”