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“And this scene doesn’t leave this room,” Alex remarked.
“Trust us.”

“If it did, I’d have to kick your pretty asses,” Ethan
stated.

Alex laughed. “My ass was covered. But thanks for the
props.”

“Sure thing, sugar-pie,” Ethan teased, doing the worst
imitation of a Southerner Morgan had ever heard. “Doc, on the other hand, was a
surprise. Alex Grant, you are one lucky sonofabitch. Who knew scrubs concealed
such a package?”

“Keep your eyes off my husband’s package or you’ll lose
yours,” Alex warned.

The friendship that existed between them remained. It was as
much a relief as orgasm would be if she could ever find a minute alone. At this
point, all she’d need was a minute…maybe less.

Except, yeah, Doc was freakin’ huge and Morgan was a tad
envious over that fact. Fortunately for her, Ethan’s cock was big and mighty
fine. Plus, he knew how to use what he had.

“Size doesn’t matter,” she commented.

“Oh love, yes it does,” Alex argued, the Kentucky accent
very real with an added purr. Wow, wow, Alex Grant was incredibly sexy. “Now
you know why I had to marry Ryan. Anyone who tries to touch him is asking for a
butt-whooping.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t touch,” Morgan promised. “I’ll keep
our secret, but don’t expect me to forget it. Sexiest damn thing I’ve ever
done.”

“Hey! I’m the sexiest damn thing you’ve done,” Ethan
corrected. “On that note, we’re going to wash up in the bathroom. You two have
some fun until we get back.”

Ryan dropped his hand for Ethan to lead her off to the
bathroom.

The second they sealed themselves inside the bathroom, Ethan
took over. For a second she was dizzy. Ethan had spun her until her back was
pressed up against the hardwood door.

“Ethan? What are you doing?”

“Rewarding you,” he answered, succeeding in pushing her
jeans right down.

Morgan didn’t dare do anything but lift first her right leg,
then her left. Ethan was determined to get her bottom half naked. So much so
that he jerked the jeans off and grunted at having to spend two seconds doing
it.

“Why jeans today, dammit? You couldn’t have worn a skirt to
make this easier?”

“Sorry,” she apologized. “Ethan, we can’t!”

“Not going to fuck you. Gonna feast,” he promised as her
panties were torn right off her body and flung aside and he knelt before her.

Splitting her thighs wide by placing his hands on her knees,
he delved right in before she had the chance to object. Not that she would.

Oh god, no objections, especially when he remained cognizant
of her soreness. Reverently, he swirled his tongue around her sensitive,
swollen flesh. Soreness evaporated behind his kindness.

Every thought and sensation swept right to that one
erogenous zone. Tension built and sprung with a ferocity that belied his
incredibly gentle loving. Through it all, Ethan drank her juices, licking at
her and swallowing her cream, before honing back in on her pulsing clitoris.

Another orgasm tore through her, mercilessly making her
crave more. It shook her. But he wasn’t done. Not Ethan, not by a long shot. He
shifted, spearing his tongue into her pussy and pushing it so deep it felt as
if he licked her vaginal walls.

Morgan didn’t know if she was quiet or if the men in the
other room heard them. Taking all he had to give, she began gyrating and
thrusting, riding Ethan’s tongue, his face, anything her pussy touched.

From the other side of the door came a thud, thump and a
grunt. More grunts ensued, seeming to increase Morgan’s need to come again.
“That’s it, lover, fuck me good,” Ryan called out loudly.

Ethan thrust his tongue deeper, trying to be gentle for
Morgan’s sake, and she loved him for it. “Yes!” she cried. “Love me, lick me,
Master. Ruin me for all men save you.”

Her Master stabbed his tongue deep, withdrew and honed in on
her clit. Gone was the gentle lover he’d been seconds ago. Now he went at her
tender morsel with abandon, flicking his tongue over her nubbin so fast that he
kept her on the edge of orgasm.

As she’d done to him in the living room, he backed off to
drench his fingers in spit, giving her ass the reaming she didn’t expect. The
burn was as harsh as a hornet sting, the stinging quickly transforming into
scorching ecstasy.

Taking a finger up her ass shouldn’t be orgasmic, but the
whole of what transpired shimmered through her with the heat and sizzle of
Fourth of July sparklers. Tension ratcheted higher, the harp’s cord in her
tummy threatening to snap.

Finally, finally she came, crying out from the extreme
decadence of climax. Every inch of her was aware of Ethan’s tongue lapping up
her dew. She could smell him. She could smell her sex.

Thumping continued against the door one last time as two
male shouts echoed through the penthouse. She didn’t care about that. Gently,
she touched her lover’s head, thanking him for the gift he’d given to her
today.

Ethan stood and gathered her close, gently rocking her as
she came down from her orgasmic orbit. He’d played her quim as though he were a
pianist, knowing when to pluck the keys, when to strike the chords and when to
let the crescendo reach its peak.

Fitting since he was the keyboardist in the Maddox Brothers
band.

“Thank you, Master,” she uttered, lowering her forehead to
his broad shoulder.

“You’re welcome, my beautiful sub. You earned a just reward.
For that alone, I will not discipline you as I’d planned when we go back to
Phalen and Cassie’s place.”

“If I want to be disciplined, would you?”

“You’re going to have to wait until we’re in Boston. I
didn’t plan this, honey, but I am awed by your willingness to let me eat out
your pussy while Ryan was getting fucked by a very horny man.”

“You can tongue my pussy anytime. That was incredible.”

Ethan hugged her tighter, keeping her there until she
stopped trembling. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Perfect. My whole body is happy, very happy. You better
hold me for a little while longer. I might float up to the sky.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, holding her
close to keep her grounded. “At least they’re quiet now. Thought they’d never
stop. Got to give Alex credit, the stamina to do what he did against the
door…damn!”

“Please tell me you don’t want more anal sex tonight. Your
finger was fine. Anything more, I might scream.”

“I promise to make you scream later. I won’t use anything
more than my tongue if you’re nice.”

Ohmigod, Ethan didn’t mean he was going to tongue her ass.
No way. They couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Oh hell, she was so not getting aroused
again.

“Down, girl, down,” Morgan ordered her traitorous pussy.
“Ethan Maddox, you’re turning me into a nympho or something.”

“As long as you devote said nymphomania to me, I’m not
complaining.” Ethan drew back and smoothed his hand through her braided hair,
fixing errant strands. “As pretty as ever.”

“Great sex is better than makeup.”

“And good for the soul, kiss me and we’ll wash up.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling back at him.

Ethan lowered his head and Morgan kissed him reverently,
loving the chance to taste herself on his tongue. They separated long enough to
wash their hands at the sink and their privates with wet flushable bathroom
tissues. He found two small paper cups, filled them with Scope and they were
able to freshen their breath with the minty rinse.

Ethan helped her redress, stuffed her ruined panties in his
pocket and zipped his jeans. When they were both ready, he grabbed her hand and
opened the door.

She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when they stepped out
of the bathroom. Alex was buttoned up in the same business suit he’d been in
all morning and sitting on a comfy-looking leather chaise lounge with the
Wall
Street Journal
in his hands.

Ryan came out of their bedroom wearing blue scrubs and a
white lab coat. Ryan Hathaway, MD, FACS was stitched in red lettering above the
front lapel pocket.

“Ryan, can I ask what the initials on your coat mean? I
understand the MD part, but the others, I’m not as sure,” Morgan inquired.

“In addition to being a medical doctor, I’m a Fellow of the
American College of Surgeons,” he answered, tapping the lapel.

For a second, Morgan wondered if the thumping noises had
been a dream. Then Ryan did the unthinkable. He winked at her, letting her know
for certain that Ethan had actually tongue-fucked her while Alex fucked Ryan
against the door.

She couldn’t even say she understood how the other couple
managed to do it against the door. It sure sounded as though one of them had
been standing. Whoa…it was a sure bet that Alexander Grant, business mogul and
sports agent, was a certified stud!

Alex had always seemed so prim and proper and professional
until he let Ryan back into his life. She had a pretty good sense that he’d
been guarded because of personal trauma. Morgan supposed love conquered
everything, even Alex’s guarded heart. She was very happy Ryan was his husband.

“Why don’t you two tell us why you came for a visit,” Alex
suggested, setting aside the newspaper.

“Business advice,” Morgan answered. “Ethan has offered to
become my business partner and we could use your help, Alex. I’d like to go
back to college and can’t possibly do it on the income I have now. The money
I’ll make by being part of Remy Sinclair’s TV series will help pay for
tuition.”

“You came to the right place,” Ryan said. “Alex’s business
sense is better than mine. Morgan, what’s your major going to be?”

“Archaeology, like my dad,” she answered proudly. “I already
have an associate’s degree. I’d need an advanced degree to make a living
though.”

“Excellent. If you need a recommendation, let me know. I’m
glad to do what I can to help.” Ryan disappeared into the kitchen and returned
with a couple bottles of water. “Drink this. You’re looking a little shaky. I
don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

Morgan took the water, gratefully taking a generous swallow.
Now that the buzz of multiple orgasms had settled into a low-vibrant hum in her
woman’s center, she was able to concentrate on where she was.

Alex and Ryan had decorated their penthouse suite with a
matching series of black leather furniture, black lacquered side tables and
coffee table and an enormous entertainment system complete with a sixty-inch
flat-screen television. The speakers were tall and slender.

A Blu-Ray player, iPod docking station and stereo
complemented the array. The walls had a series of paintings depicting the most
notable buildings in and around Salem, Peabody and Danvers and an eclectic mix
of what looked to be California coastline and photograph of a man surfing a
ginormous wave.

“Wow, that’s an incredible photo,” she observed out loud.

“That’s my husband,” Alex told her without looking back at
the photo.

“You’re a surfer?” she asked Ryan, again totally taken aback
by what she’d learned.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I’ve won a few competitions. That
photo was taken during a tournament I’d been invited to in Hawaii. I came in
second.”

“That’s incredible. Thank you for the water,” she said,
drinking some more and offering water to Ethan.

Ethan accepted it with the same gratitude. “Thanks, Doc,” he
said to Ryan.

“You’re both welcome. I’ve got to get to the clinic. No
problems with the stitches, Morgan?” He gently touched her forehead. She still
wore a small round bandage, but it wouldn’t be long before it wasn’t necessary.

“They’re itchy, but no problems.”

“It’ll pass. I’m glad you’re okay. Alex and I have been
worried about you. We feel responsible for what happened in our castle.”

“The only person responsible is the one who came at me.
Ethan says the cops are close to a break in the case. A witness is coming
forward.”

“A witness, who?” Alex asked, standing now.

Ethan shook his head. “At this point, the witness wishes to
remain anonymous. It’s possible we won’t know anything for days yet.
Apparently, someone outside taking a smoke break saw a man walk around the
parking lot and enter the building shortly before the alarms went off.”

“That’s circumstantial though, isn’t it?” Morgan asked.
“That’s the entrance for the pub. I’m sure a lot of people come and go.”

“It also doesn’t mean the guy did anything other than enter
the building. No one saw someone enter the bathroom,” Ethan said.

“I reported one of the busboys found a broken flashlight by
the trash outside. A forensic team came and confiscated it for evidence,” Alex
added.

“An AFIS search might take weeks, that’s assuming there’s a
fingerprint. I’m anxious to get this case done. Morgan believes the ghost of
Jenna Bailey is unable to find peace until Sam and I reopen her case and find
the evidence to convict her stepfather for Jenna’s murder.”

“Do you believe it now, Ethan?” Ryan questioned.

“Morgan doesn’t lie. If she says Jenna knows who killed her,
I believe her. What I can’t do is reopen a case that’s long been considered
solved based on that alone. Whatever I do must be completely legit while making
sure Terrence Mills’ defense attorney doesn’t try to get one wrongful
conviction to overturn the others that he is guilty of.”

“God, I’d hate for that to happen,” Morgan stated.

“Can’t agree more,” Ethan replied.

“Is it possible that Jenna doesn’t understand what happened
to her?” Alex asked. “I don’t doubt your ability, Morgan. I’m trying to
understand how this ghost stuff works. Remy Sinclair’s team is scheduled to do
a lockdown here next month.”

“When spirits appear to me, I tend to see them as they were
when they died. But their perception of the events leading to their deaths can
be misconstrued. I don’t think Jenna has a concept of how long it’s been since
her murder. While I did smell smoke each time that I’ve seen her, she’s not
burnt. My guess is that she died before the fire.”