Taking my time with my tongue I delicately trace around her clit and notice her starting to push into me. I can't help but smile as I tease her. Morgana groans and tries to push my finger over her stiff nub. I straighten and grab her hand placing it on the arm rest.
"Times up," I announce trying hard not to laugh as I watch the irritation play in her eyes.
"Oh...uh...how did you get those scars?" The question tumbles out of her mouth and for a moment I am shocked. I've forgotten about them and realize no one has seen me without a shirt on in over a year, until her. It's not something I talk about.
Morgana must see the surprise in my eyes as she sits up and cradles my neck with her hand.
"It's alright; you don't have to talk about it. I promise you can still go down on me for as long as you want without answering the question."
Brushing my lips over her mouth I push further with a long, slow kiss. When I pull back I can see more than just lust in her gaze.
"I'll tell you later. Let me finish what I started first."
I bring my forehead to hers and we still for a moment as I try to memorize this moment. She is mine. I can't let her go, not even for a job. If I lose my position with Mimir for this, then so be it.
I kiss her forehead and breathe her in before I pull back to gaze upon the woman of my dreams. My head dips to her thighs and I give a small kiss to her knees before looking back up at her.
"Each tremble you make Morgana is for me. When you moan and your body twitches from my touch it is just your body's release of the intense pleasure I give you."
As my tongue returns to her drenched lips she moans and her back bows as my fingers move inside her. My eyes flick up to watch Morgana’s head fall back. Her scent fills me and I can’t seem to get enough of her. I groan as she trembles and her fingers curl into my hair pulling me closer.
“Henrik,” she whimpers as she raises her head and I notice her eyes are almost black from her dilated pupils. My touch becomes more urgent as she begins to ungulate toward me. Time isn't needed with her as her release is quick but powerful. I slow down my movements and watch her head fall back as she pulses around my fingers; her desire running down my hand.
Her dazed expression when she lifts her head causes me to smile.
"Please fuck me Henrik," Morgana begs and I always long to hear her mutter those words, but tonight we need our sleep.
"Not tonight Sweetcakes. Tonight was to make up for the lousy shit I have been. Maybe tomorrow we can play."
She lazily grins at me and I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm, willing Captain Cock to give me a break just for tonight. I help her to her feet and undress her. We curl up in the soft white linen bed and I do what I should have done yesterday afternoon, spoon her until we are fast asleep.
Chapter 11
Payne's Rule Five: There are always answers to every question, find them
We have been in London several days and depart tomorrow, but the major issue of distribution has yet to be solved. Our final meeting of the day has just wrapped up and all the people left in the small mundane conference room are the Mimir brothers, Morgana, Evaleen (which I still can't figure out why she is here), Kara, and John. The British team has left to get to another meeting across town.
"It doesn't make sense. It's as if not just the EU government, but especially the British government, doesn't want any foreign business on their soil," Jacob Mimir bellows out with his baritone voice.
Edgar may be my best friend, but Jacob has always been the big brother I never had. There is no other man on Earth that I look up to the way I admire him. When my family died he made sure I came to his house on holidays and every weekend for dinner so I have a 'family' to visit. When my previous assistant (the bitch who will remain nameless) accused me of sexual harassment, Danni, Jacob's wife of ten years, refused to take no for an answer when she asked me to stay with them until it all blew over.
So, if this has Jacob dumbfounded you better believe that everyone in this room is just as confused and worried. If we can't have a distribution center in Europe and Great Britain, then a third of our profit for the entire company will go down the drain. This is the stuff that not only cements job loss, but has the potential to destroy us.
"I've been discussing this with our lawyer, Mr. Hatter, and the British solicitor here, and they can't find anything that might help," Evaleen points out. I narrow my gaze at her. She lifts her middle finger to scratch her nose and looks at me. That's it; I'm calling a spade a spade.
"Can I just ask why Ms. Bechmann is here on this trip? Last I’d checked she is the head of HR. Are we hiring someone that I don't know about?"
I glance around the table. Jacob looks equally confused while Edgar's eyes widen and he glances over at Evaleen. They share a look and I suddenly get it. They are doing it. Holy shit balls, they are making the monkey sex.