The woman's entire body was pressed against his, both of them wearing only underwear, their upper bodies bare. Her full breasts were pressed directly against the man's solid chest, squeezing out a perfect curve that directly assaulted the man's vision.
Morgan Sanders felt as though his blood was about to erupt. Men usually have stronger desires in the early morning, and now that she had done this to him, he almost wanted to yell for her to start quickly.
"Mia Rowen!"
Morgan felt that if this woman's movements slowed down any further, he was going to explode with blood, "Can you or can you not?"
"What's it to you whether I can or not?" Mia straddled him, kissing him randomly, "Even if I can't, I still want to have my way with you. Who asked you to take me yesterday?"
Damn it, not to have felt a thing when slept with by the person she liked, she had to take this opportunity to get back at him, otherwise she wouldn't be able to swallow her pride.
Morgan: "..."
