His words, which were clearly meant to comfort her, actually served no purpose other than to revive what Samantha had just told her, turning her old insecurities almost into reality. Eagerly, she tried to cling to the memories of the two of them entwined in bed, laughing at home, taking care of the animals, or any other memory that could prove to her that they were a couple and not an adult responsible for a reckless teenager... However, everything what she managed to do was remember the scolding she received from her grandfather in childhood, when she ended up doing something wrong and almost drove him, as he used to scream, almost crazy, with his thoughtless actions. From the punishments she received from her teachers at school, when they told her that nobody liked a girl as difficult to deal with as she was, who got good grades but never followed rules and always caused a ruckus wherever she went...
And then the thousands of times Anthony and Samantha had repeated how insufferable and unwanted she was and how they would give anything to never have to see her again.
If before all that had happened without her having done anything, maybe Charlie would be convinced that it wasn't her fault, but unfortunately, she knew herself. And he had to admit that Samantha was right that she was a born troublemaker. What other way was there to describe the situation they were in now? Morgan wouldn't even know about the shelter and now would be being forced to buy it, if it weren't for her... She wouldn't have had to deal with Samantha breaking into her office, if she'd just agreed to stop him from further questioning. the will...
And now, she'd discovered that the only reason the shelter had been foreclosed on earlier and was about to run out was because she'd insisted on standing up to Samantha. What would Jack and Vivian say if she knew it was partly her fault and her stubbornness?
What would happen in the future, if Morgan one day got tired of the problems she was bringing him and simply decided he couldn't take her anymore, like so many other people she'd known over the years? Would she lose him and have no one else to blame but herself?
“God, what did she do to you…? “ Morgan's distressed murmur took her out of her storm of anguished thoughts, making her look up at him again, who seemed about to explode with worry “Why do you seem to be suffering so much…?
“I…” Charlie swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to be honest with him, but she couldn't; not when she knew it would just become another problem he would feel responsible for solving “I…
“Take it easy, dear. Take a deep breath…" he breathed along with her, as he caressed her back" I'll work it all out, I promise…
That last sentence, however, only inflamed the pain and fear inside her more, in a way that Charlie started to get angry. Anger that Samantha was threatening the shelter, that he treated her like that and herself, that she was a damn troublemaker who was never able to solve anything on her own...
But she was going to change that. One way or another.
“Charlie…” his fingers curled around his chin, making their gazes meet again “Talk to me, darling, please… I need to know if you're okay… And if there's anything I can do to make you feel better...
“To make me feel better…” Charlie repeated, narrowing her eyes as she measured him up and down, looking amazing as ever in that suit that perfectly hugged his strong body “Yes, there's something you can do…” whispering At that, she climbed even higher on top of her, sitting on his hip and attacking his mouth.
“Charlie…” he gasped, surprised, between his demanding kisses “Wait…Just…tell me what happened, before…” he tried to ask, but Charlie wouldn't let him speak, continuing to dip the Tongue in his mouth and unbutton his shirt so he could run his hands freely over his bare chest.
" I'm glad you told your assistant not to allow anyone near that office..." she muttered, taking off her sweater only over her head and only wearing her bra, wiggling around in his lap as she felt him start to stiffen " Because we're going to make a lot of noise...
“Charlie, you…” Seeming lost between his concern for her and wanting her, Morgan tried to hold her by the shoulders, hesitantly “Are you sure you're okay to…
" Still! “ she demanded, pressing a finger against his lips “You did this to me in the car, so you're perfectly capable of doing it in your office, too!
And it was true, although what she was feeling at that moment was a little different from the need that had driven her to make love to him in the car. There was that same blinding need to feel that they shared something important and that their relationship was more than friendship. But now, there was also an almost angry nuisance inside her: the urge to prove she was just as capable of commanding and caring against him as she was.
The desire to show that they were the same, to contradict what Samantha had said and prove, even with words, that she was not the problem girl and he, her caregiver, would one day get tired of her confusion.
Charlie wanted to prove to herself, as well as Morgan, that she was his woman and he was her man.
So, ignoring his attempts to get her to stop petting him so they could talk, Charlie slithered down his body, pressing her still covered breasts against his face, before slowly making her way down the couch, until she was on her knees. before him and hold his knees, making him spread his legs for her. With her hands firmer than ever, she got rid of his clothes as much as she could, until she was able to place his member, already almost erect, inside her mouth, while massaging what she couldn't swallow.
“Charlie…” he groaned, holding her head as if he wanted to push her away, but he did nothing more than stroke her hair as she swirled her tongue around the swollen tip, sucking out the liquid that was there. starting to ooze from there " I still don't think that...
But her feeble protests seemed to be swallowed up the moment she began to move her head back and forth hungrily, sending it to the back of her throat and manhandling it with the strokes of her tongue across the already fully hardened expanse. , until he couldn't do anything but groan. Feeling empowered, she applied every little thing she knew drove him crazy, from making purposefully loud sucking sounds, to running her nails gently down his cock, sending shivers up his body.
When he felt the vein-covered skin begin to throb within the heat of his mouth, however, Charlie jerked his head away, interrupting his pleasure in one fell swoop. Looking dumbfounded, Morgan just froze and stared at her, not seeming to understand any of the things she had started to do in the last few minutes. But it was okay. He didn't need to understand.
“Lie down on the couch. “ she ordered, with a voice that didn't allow questions and, seeing him still standing there and confused, she herself got up and pushed him onto the soft upholstery “ Didn't you hear me? I ordered you to lie down. Disobey me again and I'll teach you a lesson.
" Lesson...? “ his lips lifted in a smirk “ You will punish me.
“You bet it is, Mr. Sullivan…" she got rid of her own sneakers and pants, before jumping on top of him, putting a knee on either side of his waist, "I just realized that I've been a good girl to you for far too long. But now…” she slowly undid his tie, running her nails down his half-naked chest “It's time for you to be obedient."