Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (11 page)

She
clicked out of Europe, with the promise to visit again soon, then
moved her cursor to the United States. She'd never seen so many dots
before and actually wondered how Julianne was keeping up with the
growing business.
Especially with her girls getting fired and all.
Morgan laughed quietly to herself as she remembered the look on
Erika's face.
That shit was too good.

As
soon as the map loaded, a large dot on the left side caught her
attention. “That's it!” she exclaimed loudly. Morgan
clicked on the state of Nevada, then on the dot over Las Vegas. “I'm
going to Vegas!”

Morgan
watched as each man's picture loaded onto the screen in front of her.
The fifth one on the list made her gasp out loud. Clayton Shaw.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Casino Owner,” she pointed out the
obvious as he was standing in front of SHAW CASINO. “How silly
of me to think you'd not own a freakin' casino.” She guessed
him to be mid-thirties, maybe a year or two older than Fin and in
just as good of shape. Business type, of course, but something about
him told her that he wasn't all business. A man like that was likely
to be very busy and she wondered for a moment if she wanted to go to
another client that left her alone all day, but then she
remembered... “I'll be in Las Vegas...does it really matter?”

She
didn't even bother to look at the rest of the men. Clay was gorgeous,
and whether he was busy or not, she would have fun in Vegas, come
hell or high water. After she clicked his name and closed her laptop,
another idea came to mind. “Angel!” Morgan pulled out her
cellphone and sent a quick text to her friend.
I'm going to Las
Vegas and the week after, I have to take a break. Mother Nature
shit...but I want you and Cedric to come. Make that happen.
xoxo.

“I
knew I'd find you here,” Ian's voice came from behind her just
as she sent off the message.

“I
think I've eaten enough burritos to last a lifetime. These things are
ah-maze-ing! But, I thought you were working all day?” She was
happy to see him, but the fact she was seeing him defied the whole
speech he'd given her that morning about being busy all day.

“I
gave the work to someone else. You're leaving tomorrow...”
Morgan cringed at the words she always hated hearing. “Pizza
and movies tonight? Or a bubble bath, perhaps? Or last minute
shopping? Or...?”

“Everything!”
They both laughed, Ian knowing that's exactly what she was going to
say. “Okay, well, I don't need to shop anymore. So how about
you get a hot bath with me, then we'll order a pizza and watch a
movie?”

“Perfect,”
Ian replied with his usual smile. “Because your bath is already
filling.”

The
trip back to the hotel was much quicker than it had taken Morgan to
get to the burrito stand, since Ian had his car nearby. It was a good
thing, because he hadn't been lying about a bath being prepared. The
suite was filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla that drew Morgan to
the bathroom like a powerful magnet. Bubbles were nearly overflowing
the tall tub and more than two dozen candles were lit all around, the
soft yellow glow offering the only source of light within the large
marbled room.

“Mmm,”
Morgan hummed through her lips at the sight of perfection in front of
her, then pulled her tank right off her body and threw it to the
floor.

“You're
not one to wait are you?” Ian's hands wrapped around Morgan's
waist from behind as she bent over to remove her shoes. She stayed in
that position for a moment longer than she needed, enjoying the feel
of his large palms against the bare skin of her stomach.

Slowly,
she stood, then turned around to face him, wearing only her shorts
and bra. “What are we waiting for?” Her eyes asked the
question more than her words and she felt his fingers grip tighter at
her offer. Morgan's eyes moved down, as did her hands, until they
rested at the bottom of his shirt. She gripped the fabric for a
moment as her eyes drifted lower.
Sprinkles
sure as hell
wasn't waiting. Morgan smiled at her thoughts, then lifted his shirt
over his head, sighing as the cool air of the room replaced the warm
feel of his fingers on her body.

Ian placed his hands around her back and pulled her close, then they
rose higher and easily undid the clasp of her deep purple bra. Morgan
backed away and let it fall from her shoulders. Her shorts and
panties were next, joining the party on the tiled floor in seconds.
“Get in,” he told her as his hands went to work on his
belt.

Morgan
cocked her head to the side and smiled, then backed toward the tub
slowly, but didn't get in. “You first.” Ian was standing
in front of her, unashamed at the sight he offered, then smiled at
how much he enjoyed her playful stubborn streak.

Ian
started to protest, but was more interested in what the beautiful
woman had in mind, and stepped into the tub, then lowered his body
slowly. A deep, pleasured, groan came from his throat as the warm
water surrounded him and Morgan watched as his fully erect cock fell
beneath the surface of the water, then sprung back up, cutting
through the bubbles like a warm blade through soft butter.

“Are
you going to keep staring at it or join me?” Ian's voice held
amusement that Morgan very much enjoyed, but he loved the way she
looked at him even more. Her body warmed at his words and she nodded
slowly, then walked toward the tub.

She
slid down into the water and wiggled in between his legs. The feel of
his wet body against her own was exhilarating, as his chest met her
back. Ian put his chin on her shoulder and watched as his hands
covered her wet breasts at the surface.

Her
head fell back against his shoulder and Morgan moaned softly as his
fingers traced lazy circles around her sensitive pink buds. She
turned her head and faced his neck, taking in his scent as her lips
pulled his warm skin into her mouth.

“Is
this what you want?” His husky voice in her ear made her whole
body tighten, which made his own cock jump in response. His thumbs
ran over her nipples and Morgan's long moan filled the room. She
nodded against him and squirmed when his fingers softly brushed
across her hardened peaks in a slow mind numbing rhythm until she
squirmed under his touch.

Ian
pulled her against his body tighter and moved one of his hands to her
center. Another moan left her body as he skillfully slid two fingers
deep inside her. Morgan reached her arms behind her head and leaned
back against his chest, her fingers intertwining in his thick hair as
he thrust inside of her again with his fingers. “Fuck! Ian!”
His thumb circled her perfectly as he pushed deep inside of her tight
body. Morgan's core filled with a slick response that drove him to
move faster with the erratic arching of her body against his hand.
“Oh...my...god...” she spoke between deep gasps for air.
Morgan grabbed his wrists and held him tightly as the crashing waves
of ecstasy spilled over his fingers, and her body tightened in
violent pulses that nearly brought him to the same heights.

The
man didn't give her time to recover. Her body was still clenching his
fingers and she was still trying to catch her breath when he lifted
her by the waist and impaled her slippery center with himself.

The
angle they were positioned in filled her completely, nearly to the
point of painful, but her body eagerly adjusted. She spread her legs
so her feet were outside of his and leaned her chest forward, pushing
herself even harder against him. Ian leaned back against the tub and
his hands wrapped tightly around her waist, then he lifted her hips
from his body. He watched as his cock disappeared inside of her when
he lowered her again. Their rhythm was more than he could handle,
the feel of her body still closing around him, squeezing his cock
with each deep thrust. He gripped her hips tightly. His head came
forward to gain control.

“Fuck,
slow down.” Morgan didn't listen to his breathless plea. She
raised her body, then pushed down hard. Morgan raised up higher, and
back down again. Ian reached further around and grabbed her ass as
she took him completely inside of her.

Grinding
against him, Morgan's head fall back as she felt the strong pulse of
his heart inside of her. The heat of his liquid passion warmed her
from the inside out, and she sighed loudly as he wrapped his arms
around her waist and held her tightly.

*****

That
night, several more hours after they finally agreed to leave the hot
bubbling bath, Morgan and Ian said their sleepy goodbye's. At least,
their non-goodbye's.

“Maybe..,”
he traced his finger in small circles on the top of Morgan's hand,
“you'll choose me again.” He held his breath, waiting
for her to answer the question that he tried to act casual in asking.
Morgan turned her head and looked at him, smiling as she answered.

“Maybe
I will.” He let his breath out slowly, and kissed her before
grabbing her waist and turning her so that their bodies spooned
perfectly.

“I
hate saying goodbye, so I won't. I'll be gone tomorrow... working,
so I'll just say it now.” His warm breath puffed the hair on
the back of her head as he spoke. “I'll see you again,
Morgan.” His fingers gently caressed her stomach as his grip
began to loosen around her. He was already falling asleep when she
answered.

“I
hate saying it too. I won't forget you.” She turned her head
slowly and kissed his forehead before turning again and closing her
eyes.
Goodbye, Ian.

Chapter
Ten

Morgan
spent her last morning in Puerto Rico catching up on laundry, and
talking to Angel between every other load. The man was attempting to
carry a conversation, prepare a meal for Gio, and pack his boss' bags
all at the same time. Morgan, as usual, was dropped from the
equation several times in the process. He had just ended their
fourth call when her last load was ready to fold, and she tucked her
phone back into her pocket, and finished her much overdo chore.

She
carried the last of her clothes back to the top floor, and giggled at
the fact that Ian had insisted that she have the staff take care of
her laundry for her. Morgan could never understand why people, even
with money, couldn't take care of their own needs, especially
something small like laundry. As she knelt on the floor in front of
her pink suitcase, the idea that she could have spent that morning
taking in a few more sights would have been nice, and wondered if she
should have taken her client up on his offer. “No, I don't
want strangers touching my
unmentionables
.” The word
her grandmother used to say made her smile again as she checked the
time.

She
still had two and half hours to go until her flight, so Morgan
quickly packed her clean clothes and searched the place one last time
for anything that she'd overlooked. One last check in the mirror
wouldn't hurt either, and a look at her large white gold hoop
earrings made her wonder if they were the best idea for flying. Then
again, she thought, the flight wouldn't be horribly long, so they
most likely wouldn't bother her since she didn't plan to sleep on the
plane.

Her
tight black button down blouse, and a pair of skinny jeans, was the
traveling outfit that she'd chosen, along with straightening her hair
and pulling it all up into a neat pony tail. Black heels had topped
it all off, and she looked down while wondering if they would end up
hurting her feet since she hadn't worn them often enough to break
them in.

“This is.... awesome!” Morgan laughed at the idea of her
only worries being her earrings and shoes, and that's the way she
planned to keep her life. It was beyond refreshing to begin a new
job with a great outlook and no worries, and that overwhelming relief
at simply changing her outlook turned into a silent word of thanks
for having the grandmother that she did. Little did she know, it was
also for having a meddling best friend, but the outcome was the same
for the girl who's life had changed.

She
was finally ready to leave, and called the front desk for help with
her bags. That was one personal chore that she didn't mind having
help with since her heels and tight jeans would make carrying even
one bag difficult. Her phone barely squeezed into her pocket, and
she considered carrying it in her bag, but Angel was expected to call
her back to let her know if he would be joining her in Vegas or not.
“Please, Gio, let him have the week off.”