“Dinner?” Her head whipped around so fast, pain seared her neck. Morgan groaned and rubbed the sensitive area. She probably gave herself whip-lash.
Jack’s warm hands caressed the back of her neck before she could protest, and once he put his hands on her, she didn’t want to.
“Ohh, mmmm,” she moaned her pleasure as he worked magic with those skillful fingers.
“You like this?” His voice sounded huskier than usual.
She sighed and leaned back into the massage. “Yes. You have some very talented hands.”
“So what about dinner?” he asked as his hands moved to the tops of her shoulders.
“Dinner?” she echoed. Why was he asking her out to dinner?
“Dinner and a discussion of this partnership.”
Morgan heard the desire in his deep voice. Now to test that she wasn’t mistaken. She shifted her body so her backside brushed against him. As she rubbed against his hard shaft, Jack gasped. He pushed against her, then must have caught him-self, because he released her so fast, she stumbled.
“Jack,” Morgan said as she turned around to smile at him.
“Yes?” he asked as he took a step back.
Morgan let her gaze drift down his body and then focused on his obvious erection. “What kind of partnership did you have in mind?”
“With you? Any.” He groaned and slapped his forehead with his hand. “I mean, we can discuss that over dinner. I mean, unless you want strictly a working relationship—”
“Jack?” she interrupted.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Morgan growled.