little bathroom. It was probably a sign that he should be noble and stop acting like a
peeping Tom.
Morgan dragged a thumb over one of her hard nipples, and her lips parted in a silent
gasp.
Fuck nobility.
He stepped closer to the window to improve his view.
Her nipples responded to their wet state and the cool air, beading up even tighter,
turning a shade darker. She lay against the back of the tub and sighed.
Then she lifted her hands from the water—to cup her breasts. A moment later,
Morgan stunned him when she dragged her thumbs across the rigid peaks deliberately
and moaned.
A fresh gallon of blood ran south to engorge his cock even more. God, he was going
to go insane. He, who had never had even a hint of mental illness in his family, would be
certifiable before Morgan finished her bath.
Jack held his breath as she pinched her lush nipples, rolling them between thumb
and fingers, pulling at them harder than he would have imagined. First one, then the
other, finally together, she worked them with her small fingers. She threw her head back,
neck arched, moist lips parted. She looked like a sensual goddess, like the ultimate fuck.
In that moment, he would have charged into the house, plucked her damp, naked
body from the water and plunged his steel-hard cock right into her. But he wanted to
know too damn bad just what she would do next.
As her nipples darkened and swelled from her fondling, she sank deeper into the tub,
until only the twin peaks of her breasts rose from the water, wet and tempting. She lifted
her right leg and rested her heel on the rim of the tub, then bent her left knee and spread
her legs wide.
Jack couldn’t see Morgan’s pussy under the water, but glimpsed an occasional flash
of red hair. But his imagination filled in the gaps. Fiery curls shielding swollen pink
flesh, slick and pouting and ready.
If she was his, he’d keep her like that—naked and hot. Always wet. He’d spend
mornings lapping at her nipples. While she ate breakfast, he’d eat her. They’d shower
with her mouth around his cock as she took him deep, all the way to the back of her
throat. And then he’d get serious, push her to the limits of her body, her trust. He’d
leave no part of her untouched. There would be nothing he wouldn’t do with her, to her,
to hear her scream her throat raw in pleasure.
Morgan jolted him out of his reverie when she trailed her hand from her breast, down
her abdomen and between her legs.
She began to stroke herself.
Oh, shit… If he hadn’t yet lost his mind, it was going to go up in flames now—just
like his body.
He shifted his aching cock in his jeans and edged closer to the window until his face
was nearly pressed against it. Eyes closed, Morgan made lazy circles with the hand
between her legs while the other continued to pluck at her nipples, keep them hard and
ready.
Soon, the slow circles of her fingers gained speed. Water sloshed in the tub, dousing
the ends of her silky hair, which hung wildly about her shoulders. Her hips began to lift
to meet her fingers. Jack caught electrifying flashes of red, along with slick, spread flesh.
Lust pooled in his belly, demanding relief, demanding her, as her chest rose and fell with
quick, panting breaths. Morgan tightened the circle, moving faster than ever. Her lips,
now a deep red, opened on a silent gasp. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Jack
stepped closer still to the window for an even better view, clutching the window ledge
with a white-knuckled grip, his own rapid breathing creating circles of damp heat against
the glass.
Then her legs stiffened, her back bowed. She bit her lip to trap in a cry as orgasm
washed over her in a long rush of shuddering sensation. Morgan rubbed at her clit
furiously, extending the pleasure, extending Jack’s hell.
She kept panting, teasing, bucking against her hand, stretching for the next orgasm.
Moments later it came, crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She cried out, no longer
able to hold in the sound. But the desperate pleasure in her voice stabbed Jack with a
fresh bolt of lust.
God help her. God help them both. There was no power strong enough on this earth
to keep him out of her body right now. Fuck his plans. Fuck the consequences.
He was going to fuck her. Now.
As Morgan rose to the pinnacle of her peak, arching and flushed, her eyes flew open.
Her gaze connected with his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Oh my God!
Morgan leapt from the tub, grabbed a towel with shaking hands and wrapped it
around her, covering as much of herself as she could. He’d seen her—and everything
she’d done!
She turned back to the window, eager to assure herself Jack had had the decency to
leave and give her privacy, now that she’d caught him being a voyeur. But Jack still stood