Page 18 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow
I give another somewhat slutty groan.
“You love that I’ve wrecked your hole and filled you up, don’t you?” he croons in that sexy rasp of his.
“Morgan, please,” I beg shamelessly. “I need to come so bad.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
My whole body flushes at his words. He slides down the length of me, and before I can utter another word, his mouth envelops my cock while he presses his fingers deeper, sliding them over my prostate and making me almost delirious with pleasure.
I have no chance of holding out, it feels too good. Fisting the sheets in my hands, I arch and cry out loudly as white-hot lightning races down my body. My balls tighten and I come so hard I’m dizzy.
He slowly lets my cock slide from his lips and withdraws his fingers, massaging my hole gently as he shifts his body so he’s lying beside me.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” I murmur reverently.
He chuckles, and I turn to stare at him.
“In. My. Life,” I reiterate, just in case he missed my profound and heartfelt declaration the first time.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks. “I was a bit rough.”
“You were… epic.” I smile lazily. “I’m definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow.”
He rolls over and reaches for something. It’s the towel he was wearing underneath my bathrobe when I dragged him out of his room. He wipes his hands and then cleans both of us up.
“Do you want to have a quick shower?” he asks.
“No,” I reply, stifling a yawn. “I’m too tired and comfy to leave the room.”
“Leave?” He lifts his head and takes his first good look at my room. “You don’t have an en suite?”
“Nope.” I shuffle myself under the covers and watch as Morgan does the same. “We share a bathroom. It’s just down the corridor. These rooms used to be the old servant quarters. Now they’re used for the live-in staff.”
He looks around the room again. It’s a little shabby and not very big, but it’s cosy. There’s enough room for a double bed, a chest of drawers, a bookcase, and a single wardrobe. There’s also a tiny fireplace, although it’s blocked off now. The hotel can’t afford for someone to come in and make sure all the chimneys are clear, so only the main fireplaces on the ground floor in the library, billiard room, and parlours are maintained. The guest rooms on the other floors have radiators and central heating, but those of us up here on the top floor just use electric heaters during the winter months.
“Why are you frowning?” I ask as he settles down. I inch over until I’m lying in his arms.
“Why hasn’t my grandfather given you a better room? You’ve lived here most of your life.”
I smile. “Don’t start getting all grumpy again. Cedric has offered me a different room loads of times. In fact, he said I can have any room I want.”
“Then why are you still in this pokey little room?”
I shrug. “It’s always been my room. When Mum worked here, she slept next door, and I was given this one. It was just home. There wasn’t really any reason to move to one of the rooms that could be for guests, and I’m more than happy here.”
He lies quietly, skimming his fingertips up and down my back. I don’t even think he realises he’s doing it, but there’s something so soothing about the movement. If I were a cat, I’d be purring.
I reach up and smooth the wrinkle between his brows, and he turns his head to look at me.
“You look tired,” I mutter. “Was it a stressful week for you?”
“It was… busy,” he answers, hesitating only for a second, and I wonder what he was going to say before he changed his mind.
“Are you going to stay for a while here? Now? I mean, with me at the hotel.” I’m not sure I’m making much sense, but I’m worn out from a long day wrangling ghosts and guests, plus I’m also a little pleasure-drunk from that incredible orgasm.
“Yes.” Morgan dips his head and drops a kiss on my nose. “I’m staying for a while. There were some loose ends I needed to tie up, but now I’ll be spending some time here going through all the finances with Grandfather.”
“Do you think you can help us save the hotel?” I ask sleepily.