Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (88 page)

The
downstairs bathroom would have to do for her morning business, and
she walked slowly down the steps. Her head felt much better, but
didn't want to take any chances right then with any sudden movements.
Morgan was almost to the bottom of the stairs when she heard voices.
You little love birds.
She smiled as Evita and Tomas spoke
quietly, and no one would need to know Spanish to figure out that
they were flirting and enjoying their afternoon alone.

At
the bottom of the stairs was a bathroom, the one that Morgan quietly
sneaked into and shut the door. With her needs taken care of, she
opened the door quietly and peeked around, only heading back up the
stairs when the coast was clear. Love was thick in the air, and she
smiled all the way to the second floor, being thankful for her little
party that may have finally brought the couple together.

When
she walked back into the bedroom, she heard the shower running from
the master bath. She giggled as she tiptoed to the door, and opened
it slowly, making faces at each little sound the door made against
the carpet. Once inside, Morgan slowly closed the door behind her
and turned the lock.

“Oh
shit,” she whispered to herself as she leaned against the door
and watched the man through the clear, yet fogged, door of the
shower. The outline of his lean body held her attention, especially
the part in his midsection that he was currently
washing
.

Morgan
watched his hand move slowly, watched his head lean back as he
enjoyed his own touch under the hot stream. His soft moans as he
slid his fingers close to his body, then back again, made her fingers
close at her sides. She wanted to touch him like that, she had to
feel him, and her eyes never left the movement of his hand along his
beautiful cock.

She quickly removed her clothes and dropped them where she stood,
then tiptoed again to stand to the side of the shower. “How
about I help you with that?” Morgan pulled the door open and
stepped in, not even waiting for a response from the shocked man.

“I
was... I was just...,”

“I
know, and you don't have to.... I'm here.” She smiled as his
face went from shock, to embarrassment, to something else entirely.
Morgan's hand replaced his, and her long fingers wrapped around his
shaft as the soap on his skin bubbled with each movement. Diego put
his hands on either side of the shower walls and took a deep breath
as he enjoyed her gentle touch.

“We
can go to the bedroom..if you...,”

Morgan
raised up on her toes, and put her lips against his. The hot water
beat against their bodies as Diego's hands wrapped around her waist,
and he brought her even closer.

Her
body was warm, and oh so soft. His hands moved along her back and
down to her round ass. The urgency that she heard in his sounds, and
she felt in his touch, made her press against him with her own need
that he was all too willing to satisfy. Diego had quite a head start
on his building desire, but she didn't need much more beyond what he
had given her.

He
was gentle, and she smiled against his lips as she moved her hand
faster along his length. She was in control, and that's what she
told him with her bold movements. “Relax.” Her body
responded to the thought of what she was going to do to the sweet
man, and she smiled again as he let out a long sigh and moved his
hands from her body.

He
looked into her eyes and smiled, but it wasn't the almost shy look
that he'd had on his face since joining him. He moved his legs apart
and held her away from his body, then leaned down and quickly covered
her hard nipple with his mouth. The sound of his lips opening and
closing around her was all she could hear above the sound of the
water hitting the shower walls and floor. Morgan wasn't expecting
the move, and it sent a new wave of heat through her body and she
welcomed the move as much as the feel of his tongue and lips against
her skin.

His
hand moved down her waist and to her center. She brought her arms
around his neck when his finger pushed inside of her slowly, then
back out. She was more than ready, and a slow smile covered his
mouth as he grabbed her ass and lifted her, pinning her against the
shower wall with his own body. Diego, for the second time that day,
wrapped his hand around his own cock. That time, it was Morgan's
body that would satisfy his passion, and he pushed slowly inside of
her.

Her
body was slightly below his waist, and the angle of their joining
gave Morgan a delicious friction between her hardened bud, and his
thrusting cock. He moved slowly, and pushed deep, while holding her
body still enough to take control of their every movement. She
pushed against him, arching her body each time he touched her
sensitive area, and her sighs of pleasure pushed him even deeper
inside of her. His mind was frantic, but his movements were steady
and controlled. She was controlled, and his mouth came down hard on
her full lips as he took her mouth just as he was taking the rest of
her.

Morgan
looked into his eyes when he broke the kiss, and his look of passion
excited her even more. She pressed her head against the wall and
watched him as his own sounds of pleasure nearly turned to a feral
growl. He moved faster, grinding against her body as he impaled her
over and over against the hard surface at her back. She closed her
eyes and loud moans of pleasure filled the room as her passion
reached the point of no return. The sound of their wet bodies
grasping for release, hitting against one another in a frantic search
for nature's final wave to take them, was all that could be heard
before Diego's fingers squeezed her legs tightly. His head fell to
her neck as her own spasms clenched him tightly, milking the life
from his cock that he'd buried deep inside of her.

After
the last of the spasms subsided, he slowly pulled out of her, then
lowered her feet to the floor of the shower. “I...uhm...wow.”
He ran his hands through his wet hair and blinked hard to push the
water from his thick lashes. “That was...” Morgan kissed
him to cut off his words, then reached behind him to grab the loofah
on the shelf. She felt his sensitive-to-the-touch dick twitch when
her stomach brushed against it and broke their kiss with a smile.

“Yes,
it was,” she agreed with the sentence he hadn't finished. “Now,
let's hurry up and get clean, then get some real food!”

He
nodded, then smiled as a realization came over him. “My
headache is gone.”

Morgan
smiled back. “So is mine.” She loved how shy he appeared
to be, but loved even more so how not-shy he was when it came down to
business. He wasn't cocky, so that meant he wasn't even aware of how
good he was. It made him all the more attractive in her eyes.

He
washed her body quickly, but even that wasn't lacking in any way. She
enjoyed his touch for as long as it lasted, but hoped she'd be
treated to more of it later. Diego wrapped a thick towel around her
body first, then put one around his own waist and left her to the
master bathroom while he got dressed in the bedroom.

“So,”
he called out behind the door. “Did you want to go to the
carnival?” Morgan knew it had to be close to four or
four-thirty by then and she'd need at least an hour to get some food
and get ready, then another hour to get back into town.

“Do
we have time?” She flipped her head over and gave her hair a
quick towel dry. Of course, a carnival in her mind included a day of
rides, cotton candy and trying to pop balloons with darts and usually
shut down around nine at night.

“The
fun starts when the sun goes down.” She heard him laugh,
knowing she had no idea what kind of carnival he'd planned on taking
her to.

“Sounds
like my kind of place,” she answered then opened the bathroom
door so they could talk face to face. As she walked into the bedroom
though, she was stopped frozen in her tracks. “Damn!”
Diego had just stepped into his jeans as Morgan came around the
corner. Seeing him in his naked glory, minus the distraction of a
pounding shower and steam, he was absolutely beautiful. “Oh,
come on!” she scolded him as he quickly pulled his jeans up the
rest of the way.

Diego
laughed, then walked over to Morgan and placed his hand over hers,
the hand that was holding her towel up. He slowly pulled her hand
away from her body, and her towel opened wide. “Damn.”
His mockery made her giggle and she quickly shut her towel back up,
just as he'd done to her.

“What
does one wear to a Buenos Aires kind of carnival?” Morgan gave
him a playful push as she walked past him, toward her bags.

“Whatever
you're comfortable in,” he assured her. He remembered his plan
of inviting Tomas and Evita, then realized he'd have to give them
time to get ready as well. “I'll be downstairs.” Diego
buttoned up the last few buttons of his red shirt, then ran out of
the room. Evita would be the harder one to convince, but if Tomas was
going, she might be more willing.

After
Diego had left the room, Morgan laughed at his odd behavior. “Okay,
guess I'll be here.”
Comfortable?
She wanted to look
good, but not evening gown good. “I have these...” she
talked to the empty room as she pulled out a pair of white high
heels. They were the only heels she had that didn't make her want to
curse with each step, so if she wanted to wear dress shoes, those
were her best bet. “Okay, what to wear with you...perfect!”
She found a red and white dress at the bottom of her bag. It was
classy, but not overdone. The kind of dress one might wear for a nice
dinner. “But not a Finlay kind of 'nice dinner'. 'Nice dinner'
in...Michael terms.”

*****

“Okay,
whatever!” Morgan had finally had enough of trying to control
her unruly hair. She'd put loose curls in it, but one of the bastards
just didn't want to cooperate. She set the curling iron back on the
sink and unplugged it quickly as if it were to blame for her mane
issues. After another hard press of her palm to the curl and watching
it bounce back into the place she didn't want it to be, she about
gave up. “Listen you little fuc...”

“Are
you alright?” Diego's amused voice came through the bathroom
door again.

“Yes,”
Morgan groaned. “My hair looks awful!” Her melodramatic
tone made her client laugh.

“I'm
positive it doesn't look awful.” He reached for the doorknob
from his side, but she opened the door first, pointing at the curl
she was having trouble with.

“You
see it?” She couldn't keep a straight face and laughed as well.

“Wow,”
he spoke barely above a whisper. “You look incredible.”
He didn't care about her hair. It looked great, but that's not where
his focus went. The halter style red dress that wrapped around her
curves, then flared out just above the knees would make her the most
beautiful woman at the carnival. Diego smiled and walked into the
room, then shut the door behind him. She smiled as he approached
her, and backed up slowly as his body pressed against hers until her
back was against the wall. “Let's get your mind off of your
beautiful hair, shall we?” He ran his finger under chin, then
across her pink cheek. She tilted her head into his touch and
smiled.

“How
do we do that?”

“Turn
around.” Morgan laughed quietly, and faced the wall. Her
laughter turned to a soft sigh when the man lifted her dress above
her ass.

Fifteen
minutes later, the couple left the bathroom and Morgan had completely
forgotten about her unruly curl.

Chapter
Eight

“
Oh
yes you are!” Morgan turned Evita around and playfully pushed
her toward the back door in the kitchen. Diego had invited the
housekeeper to the carnival with them, and Morgan watched the woman
shake her head in response. It was pretty clear, even through the
language barrier, that she had to force the woman to go with them.
Morgan looked back and mouthed to Diego that he needed to, 'work on
Tomas.' The man nodded, and left the women to their playful
argument.

It
was more surprising to Evita and Tomas, than it was to Morgan, that
he had even wanted to go to the carnival in the first place. He
hadn't gone the year before, even though it had been a yearly
tradition up until then. The only reason Evita had even remotely
agreed was because it was the best mood she'd seen the man in for
quite some time. She knew why he was probably in a good mood, but she
didn't want to think about what the blonde and her boss had done
together.