I try to take it slow, but her soft heat is too addicting. That and she keeps crying for me to go faster.
The sounds of our breathing and the slapping of our skin fill the room. I know I won't last long. This is all too much and I can only be grateful I have a condom on which is helping me last as long as I am.
"Sweetcakes, I can't hold out." I bite my lip and look away. Seeing her bent over the desk as her ass shakes, while I pound into her is more than I can handle.
"I love you, Henrik."
I snap my head back to see her face morphed into blissful pain. She cries out and I can feel her muscles contract around me as she climaxes. Watching her fall while opening her heart sends me over the edge.
My head falls back as I push deep inside her, stilling my movements.
"Oh God, Morgana," I partially groan the words.
After I return to Earth and we both laugh in relief, I push out of her and get rid of the condom. I help her off the desk and wrap my arms around her from behind. Sprinkling her neck with kisses, I keep fondling her boobs because they were made to be groped.
"That was a hell of a cake you talked about, Mr. Payne." She pulls away from me, turns around, and holds her hand out to shake.
"Looks like you have yourself a deal. Yes, I will marry you Henrik"
I grin like the biggest idiot and push her hand away, kissing her instead. After a few minutes of our lip assault, I stand back and gaze at her in curiosity.
"So, what if I had described a different cake or a cake you didn't like? Would you have said no?"
Her brows crease as she tilts her head. "A cake I don't like? Do you even know me Henrik? That is the most ridiculous question I have ever heard."
A knock on the door interrupts my laughter. We freeze again, but then I realize we aren't having sex this time. We quickly adjust our clothes before she tells the person to come in.
"Hey Drake, I just wanted...oh. Hello Payne." Evaleen stops mid stride as she notices me standing beside Morgana. Her usual snarly tone is not as evil this time. I think our conversation yesterday warmed Evaleen to me.
"Evaleen, so nice to see you." I nod and notice Morgana staring at me out of the corner of my eye, her mouth wide open.
"I'll come back later when you’re alone." Evaleen starts to turn but Morgana stops her.
"No, Evaleen, please stay. Anything you wish to say, you can say in front of my fiancé."
I grin and wrap Morgana in a side hug as Evaleen's mouth falls open. The ups and downs, ins and outs, being with and without Morgana, were almost all worth it to watch the expression on Evaleen's face. I am starting to like surprising Evaleen. Maybe from now on instead of pissing her off, I’ll just try to shock her.
"Fiancé? Just an hour ago you called him a controlling dick." Evaleen smirks at me as she speaks the words.
A few months ago, what Morgana said about me would have pissed me off. A few weeks ago, I would have understood why she said it. Even an hour ago, I would have cringed at those words, but right now, I am beaming.
"I...uh..." Morgana stutters.
I wave my hand in the air to stop her. "I was a controlling dick. Morgana was right, but right now, I am just in love with the sexiest, smartest woman in the world." I grin at Morgana as she blushes.
I can hear dry heaving sounds coming from Evaleen, but we ignore her.
"Okay, well I'll be in my office trying to keep my lunch down Drake. You stop by when you two stop being so nauseating." She turns on her heel and walks out, shutting the door behind her.
"Why don't I leave work early, and we go back to your place Henrik and you can tell me more about our wedding cake."
She pulls at my hand and I follow her, knowing how happy I am to follow her anywhere she wants to go.
Epilogue
Morgana - One Year Later
I'm crying. The tears are falling down my face and I can't stop them. Henrik tries desperately to pull my hands away from my eyes, but I refuse to let him see me like this.
"Morgana, please. I don't understand this," he pleads with me.
He is right, it's not normal. I know that.
My breath shudders as I inhale, bringing my hands down to my lap. I still can't look at him, so I turn to face the window. Clouds float by beneath us and the bright light causes me to squint. I move my gaze to the tan leather seat in front of me.
I should be happy. Yesterday I married the man I love, who is now sitting beside me on a private plane headed to Italy. The wedding was beautiful. The highlight, watching Tiffany’s son, David, walk down the aisle as the ring bearer, without the use of his walker. I don’t think there was a dry eye at the church for that.
Just six months ago, I was permanently given the position of Executive Vice President of Sales and Marketing at Mirmir, my dream job. I mean, it doesn't get better than that. Yet, I can't stop thinking about it.
"It's the cake again, isn't it Morgana," Henrik sounds irritated.
I try to speak but only a whimper comes out, so I nod my head. I can hear him sigh.