Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (92 page)

“Come
on,” Eryk grabbed his leash and gave it a tug to catch Boomer's
attention. After some more persuasion with a piece of bread, the dog
finally left his new playmate. “So, what now?” Eryk
handed Morgan her ham and cheese sandwich, and took half of his own
lunch down in one bite. “Ah, I've got it.”

“Got
what? Where are we going?” Morgan couldn't wait to see what the
city had to offer.

He
met Morgan's eyes and smiled, then looked down the length of her
body, stopping at her boots. “How comfortable are those?”

She
narrowed her eyes at the man, confused. “Pretty comfortable, I
guess.” Morgan shrugged her shoulders, then asked her question
again. “Where are we going?”

“You'll
see.” Nearly a half an hour later, after taking the scenic
route through the city, they pulled up to their destination. “Welcome
to Lazienki Park.”

“Is...is
that a peacock?” Morgan leaned forward in her seat to get a
better view, but Boomer's big boulder blocked her.

“Yep.
They're everywhere. You said you wanted to see it all, well...this
has most of it. It used to be a bathhouse, back in the 17
^th
century, but...uh, it's grown a bit.” Morgan giggled and
nodded.

“I
can see that.” In front of her were palaces and mansions,
restaurants and cafes, shops and lakes. She grabbed her phone and
purse from the center of the car, then the handle for the door, but
remembered to grab Boomer's leash before opening the door. “Wait,
are dogs allowed here?”

“Don't
know, never asked.” Morgan smiled, unsure of what she thought
about his answer. On one hand, he should always know if Boomer is
permitted somewhere, on the other, his ability to just live and not
question was more than just a little attractive. She decided, as
they began to walk side by side, that she wouldn't worry about
anything, and just....live.

“I
need pictures!” Morgan took her camera from her bag and handed
Eryk Boomer's leash. The very first that she snapped was that of her
two male companions. It seemed natural that Eryk and his dog would
be together, and she knew immediately that her first photo was going
to be front and center on Eryk's page in her scrapbook. “Perfect.”
She took a few more, mostly because her client was making goofy
faces, then they began their journey around the park together.

“Your
ass looked much better this morning, but I have to admit,” Eryk
stood behind Morgan when they stopped for another photo of four
peacocks, “it looks damn good right now.” Morgan pushed
against him gently and giggled.

“Yeah?
How does it feel?” A deep moan from his chest gave her the
answer she needed. A growl from Boomer was also heard. “What's
the matter?” Eryk moaned again, but not in pleasure.

“Stop
worrying about the big guy, he's just warning the peacocks to stay
away from his new girl.” Morgan followed the dog's steady
gaze, and sure enough, he was staring down the large birds and the
warning was quickly received. Her photo opportunity ran in all
directions and she shook her head at both of them. “In fact,
let's take a walk over there.” He pointed to a small brick
building on the outer edge of the park. Morgan was all too happy to
agree since there was a photo of ice cream in the window.

It
took only a few minutes to reach the front door, and Morgan was
already planning her triple scoop of mint chocolate chip with
sprinkles. Her hopes for a treat came to a quick halt, however, when
Eryk told her to wait where she was. He handed Morgan the leash and
walked inside, then returned within seconds. He took the leash
again, and winked at Morgan. “I'll be right back.”

“Hey,
I want some...,” her words might as well have been spoken to
the wall, because he was already back through the door, with Boomer,
before she could finish, “mothafuckin' ice cream.” The
words for her own entertainment, but the elderly man that walked
behind her smiled as he passed. “Sorry.”

“You're
too pretty to have a mouth like that, young lady.” The old man
wagged his finger at Morgan, but his smile did not waver. Morgan's
mouth was already open, ready for a smart rebuttal that would have
included more colorful words, but Eryk answered for her.

“That's
not all she does with that mouth.” He gave the old man a wink,
and grabbed Morgan's hand, dragging her away before the man had a
chance to process Eryk's double meaning.

“Oh,
you're going to give that old man heart rythms!” Morgan giggled
as she used her friend's words again.

“What?”
Eryk didn't understand, and he didn't care about her reply either.
She was being pulled behind the shop that he had taken Boo....

“Where's
Boomer?” she suddenly realized.

“My
mate is holding him inside for a minute. And we...” Eryk
paused, and his hand moved from her hand to her back, then down to
her ass, “can have a moment alone.”

“Yeah?
And what do you think we're doing...alone?” She raised an
eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip, demanding an answer from her
handsome client.

“Shh.”
He grabbed her hand again and kept walking behind the building.
There, she saw a small dirt path that led into a shaded area of trees
and thick foliage.
Okay, he's going for the natural element...
Eryk led her there, then stepped ahead of her, and still holding her
hand, they walked along the path. As they made their way deeper into
the trees, Morgan's mind raced with possible scenarios.
That's a
big boulder...little rough on the edges, but it would work.
Further
on.
Oh! Look at that tree trunk. Yeah, Big Boy, just take me right
there.
He still didn't stop.
Hmm. Okay, there's a nice pile of
leaves. Cozy. And look friends, a peacock. We have an audience.

“Exactly
where are we going?” She finally had to ask after fifteen
minutes of walking, in what seemed like circles. Morgan let go of his
hand and swatted at an insect, then slowly walked over to another
large stone. After intentionally swaying her hips back and forth in
an exaggerated slow motion cat walk, she turned to face him, and
undid the belt of her long sweater. Her breasts filled the shirt
underneath and Eryk could see her nipples poking through the thin
fabric, begging his lips to capture them. After another low groan
that came from his chest, Eryk shook his head.

“Not
yet.”

“You
know, I was thinking you were spontaneous, the kind of guy who
doesn't
follow the rules
so to speak.” She smiled and
moved her hands to her jeans, where the button was easily opened. Her
crimson red panties contrasted against the bare skin of her stomach
and Eryk shook his head again.

His
hand wrapped around her wrist. “Not. Yet.” His eyes
bore into hers as he spoke, but Morgan only smiled in return. She
slipped her fingers around the hand that was gripping her wrist, and
gave it a small squeeze, then moved it easily to the top of her
panties.

“Just
touch me, Eryk.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper, and it
was enough to shatter the man's resolve to wait until they were
further off the beaten path. He moved closer and Morgan's head was
mere inches from the middle of his chest. “Slide your hand
inside.” Her lips moved closer and he could feel her breath
against his skin through the slight opening of his shirt. Her
forehead dropped against him when she felt his fingers glide under
the thin material, and downward.

Eryk's
face moved down to the side of her neck and Morgan felt his teeth
pull her sweater from her shoulder. “You smell so good.”
He spoke through his teeth, then released as he moved his mouth
against her skin. Morgan smiled and let her head drop slightly back.

“Just
your hand, Eryk.” Her words brought him back to the warm
welcome that his finger was finding, but his other hand moved along
her waist, up her side, and easily over her breast. “No.”
Morgan moved back, wishing she could still feel his touch on her
chest, but stood her ground. “Just there.” She moved
one leg a few inches out to encourage his hand once again.

His
fingers reached her moist center and Morgan's head fell once again
against his chest. He was gentle, slow, and deliberate. His
movements were perfect and Morgan felt her heart race. It took
several seconds through the mounting passion to realize that his hand
was once again on her breast. She took a loud deep breath, and with
every ounce of control that she could find, she raised her hands to
his shoulders and pushed him a few inches away from her.

Morgan
dropped to her knees in front of him and saw the proof of passion
right in front of her. Eryk moaned, knowing what she was about to
do, and his hands went straight to the button of his jeans.

“Oh,
here it is!” She held up her phone, that was already in her
hand, and stood quickly. “Can't lose this, I have a ton of
pictures I need to take. Peacocks...,” she brushed off her
knees as she stood, “lakes...,” her eyes scanned the
surroundings as she pulled her sweater together and buttoned her
jeans, “shops..,” she turned and started to walk toward
the ice cream parlor to retrieve Boomer, “and let's not forget
a few more of my furry buddy.” Morgan picked up the pace when
she heard Eryk following close behind. “Unless,” she
turned to face him and he stopped, the look on his face made Morgan
nearly burst out in laughter, “there's something you want a
picture of?” She shook her head, “no? Alright then.”
She started to turn again, but Eryk had her arm and prevented her
from moving.

“That
was mean, little one.” He smiled, but there was no humor in
his eyes.

“Mean?
No. Necessary? Yes. We're even, Eryk...now we can play nice.”
She smiled up at him, and his humor quickly returned.

Oh,
we'll play nice.

Chapter
Eleven

“
You're
not going to eat all of that,” Eryk nodded toward Morgan's
treat.

“That sounded like a challenge.” Morgan slowly ran her
tongue from the bottom of her ice cream cone to the very top. Her
eyes remained on his as she wrapped her mouth around the top scoop of
mint chocolate chip, then as she licked her lips to catch a rogue
sprinkle.

“You are a mess, you know that?” Eryk took Boomer's leash
from Morgan's sticky fingers and turned his back to the woman,
pretending to be interested in a party of peafowl on the lake's edge.
Morgan took another lick of her ice cream and took a step forward,
closing the distance between she and her client. Her breasts pressed
against his hard back and she felt the sharp intake of air, as his
body moved against hers.

“And what would you call this?” Her hand moved around the
front of his body, and firmly slid across the still-obvious erection
in his jeans.

“That,” Eryk gently grabbed her wrist, then held her
wandering hand against his chest, “is a product of your evil
mind.” He let out a soft laugh.

“Oh, no. That,” she whispered “is the product of
last night.” Morgan pulled her hand away and walked around
Eryk, then took Boomer's leash back.

“I
thought we were playing nice!” Eryk adjusted himself, but just
as he had presented himself to his neighbor, he definitely didn't
care who in the park saw his arousal.

“We are.” Morgan smiled wide and gave the dog a pat on
his head. “Boomer and I are going to go look at the swans. And
I will, in fact, be eating all of this.”

Eryk watched her turn, and for a second, he was going to let her
carry out her desires. He was going to stand there, while she ate her
ice cream and.... “No.” Morgan turned around and licked
her cone again.

“No?”

“No,”
he repeated. “I am not going to stand here while you,”
Eryk took a few steps forward, “eat ice cream and...” He
grabbed the cone from her hand and threw it to the ground. “look
at fucking birds.” Morgan didn't have enough time to mourn the
loss of her dessert, nor did she have the time to comprehend why he
had just thrown it to the ground. He bent down and with one arm, he
grabbed Morgan around her ass and threw her over his shoulder. In the
other hand, he grabbed Boomer's leash, and he quickly tracked across
the park, and to the lot.