Off The Record Ch. 10

Hi all :)

I hope you enjoyed reading Chapter 9 as much as I enjoyed writing it. A few things before we dive into the next one--

The pace at which I'm releasing chapters may slow a bit now that we're getting into the thick of it with these two (and I want to take my time making the sex scenes as delicious as possible 💋), but I plan on this being a pretty long series, so settle in and enjoy the ride.

As always, please comment and rate to let me know what you think! I love reading what you have to say.

I appreciate everyone who stuck with me during the agonizing buildup to the previous chapter, so here's to a little bit of indulgence with Chapter 10. I know you've all been dying to see Morgan in action, and this is only the beginning...

All characters are over 18.

Enjoy <3

***

Holy. Fuck.

Harper was going to die.

A strangled moan fell from her lips as Morgan's fingertips brushed along the length of her slit.

She lowered her mouth to Harper's pulse, sucking gently as two of her fingers began tracing slow circles around her opening. "After we kissed," she said in her ear, her fingers keeping up that maddening pace, "all I thought about for days afterward was how I was never going to get to feel how wet you were for me."

Morgan's lips trailed down her neck and over her collarbone before dipping to her chest, taking Harper's nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. "That I was never going to get to taste you."

The pressure of her fingers increased slightly, pulling a moan from Harper. Every flick of her tongue sent sparks that travelled downward, and her hips bucked up into Morgan's hand.

Harper had no idea how Morgan had even managed to get her into this position.

Morgan was laying with her back against the headboard of the bed, Harper sprawled across her lap in a way that gave her complete access to Harper with both her mouth and her hands. And Morgan was taking full advantage, teasing her relentlessly.

Harper was glad she'd gotten her hands on her first, because Morgan was showing absolutely no sign of giving up control any time soon.

She was every bit the lioness that Harper had expected her to be in bed--not that Harper was complaining. Immediately after she had finished going down on her--which had been a truly transcendent experience--Morgan had pounced.

She'd already made Harper come twice--both times with her mouth--and she had been edging Harper toward her third orgasm for the past twenty minutes.

Morgan's hand trailed up her stomach and to her chest, kneading into her breasts. She pinched at one hard nipple, and pleasure rocketed between Harper's legs at the roughness of it.

Her back arched, pressing her chest more firmly into Morgan's hand, but her touch changed course once again, making its way back to the ache between her thighs.

Harper groaned in impatient frustration when Morgan pulled her hand away from her yet again, holding her fingers up between them.

They were soaked to Morgan's knuckles, Harper's wetness thick and glistening.

Morgan rubbed her fingers together slowly before taking them into her mouth, humming softly to herself as Harper could only stare into those deep blue eyes, her own lips parted in arousal.

This woman was going to kill her.

"I'd say you're ready for me," she said, a wicked smile stretching across her face, her hand snaking back down between Harper's legs.

And with that, Morgan slipped two long fingers into Harper easily. Harper hissed out a breath as she adjusted to her. Morgan kept her hand still, patiently waiting for Harper to relax around her before she started pumping into her slowly. Her pace was torturous, driving all the way in before pulling out fully only to slide in again, her fingertips curving gently inside of Harper at their deepest point.

"You feel so good," Morgan said, dragging her tongue up the side of Harper's neck.

"Morgan," Harper groaned.

When she felt teeth scrape against her tattoo, she moaned, impatience clawing at her, and used one hand to pull Morgan's chin up to look at her.

Cobalt eyes delirious with desire stared back at her as her fingers stilled, buried inside of her.

Harper's muscles clenched around her and she rolled her hips, needing Morgan to keep moving.

"Harder," Harper gritted out, breathless.

Morgan curled her fingers slightly, drawing a gasp from Harper, but she didn't keep fucking her.

She tightened her grip on Morgan's chin.

"I said harder," Harper said in a low voice, looking directly into Morgan's eyes.

Harper watched the muscle in her jaw tighten as she swallowed hard. "You," she said, voice thick and raspy, "are going to be the fucking death of me."

And with one more chaste kiss, she gently removed her fingers from Harper, pulling a whimper from her, before she placed both hands on her hips and easily slid her off of her lap, setting her down in the center of the bed as she shifted out from under her.

Morgan stretched out above her, her long, lithe body covering Harper's as she braced one elbow on the bed next to Harper's head.

Harper bit back a groan at the feeling of Morgan's bare skin against her own. She was like a fucking drug.

Her hand trailed down the center of Harper's chest and down to her stomach, fingers flexing against her as they made their way lower.

Morgan traced an agonizing circle around her clit, dipping her fingers down to collect some of the wetness dripping out of her before drawing them back up to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Harper whined in the back of her throat, lifting her hips in a futile attempt to gain friction. She knew Morgan wouldn't be allowing her to come until she was ready.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" Morgan's voice had dropped an octave, and Harper had the fleeting thought that she was in the best kind of danger.

"Yes," she said, so much desperation and pleading packed into that one word. She felt herself clenching on nothing, missing the feeling of Morgan inside of her.

Morgan tilted her head, smirking down at her. "How badly?" Her question dripped with false innocence.

Harper let out a grunt of frustration. She was so needy that she didn't think twice about begging for it.

"I need you so badly," she panted out. "I want to be able to feel you tomorrow and for days aft--ah!"

Morgan plunged two fingers into her again, all attempts at being careful with her disappearing along with her patience it seemed, her palm crashing into Harper's swollen clit with every stroke.

"Yes," Harper moaned, hands scrabbling for purchase on anything she could find to anchor her.

She could hear how wet she was, the sound of her arousal combining with the rhythmic snapping of Morgan's wrist against her skin.

"Don't fucking stop," she said.

Morgan's thumb came up to rub tight, delicious circles around her clit all while her fingers continued to pound into her relentlessly.

Harper's eyes rolled back in her head, unable to do anything except hang on for dear life as Morgan fucked her senseless. She was fucking her so hard that she felt herself being shifted slightly up the bedsheet, her breasts bouncing gently with every thrust.

That delicious pressure was building in the pit of her stomach again, coiling like a snake about to strike, waiting for its moment.

She fisted one hand in Morgan's hair, drawing her down into a messy kiss.

Harper dug the nails of her other hand into Morgan's back, scratching down hard, swallowing the groan Morgan let out against her tongue.

"More," she breathed into her mouth.

The whimper that came from the back of Morgan's throat at her request sent a rush through her.

On her next thrust, Harper felt herself being stretched even further with the addition of a third finger, falling right in the sweet spot of that boundary between pleasure and pain.

Morgan brought her lips to Harper's throat, sucking at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw while the pressure of her thumb on Harper's clit increased just enough to shove her over that cliff as she cried out in ecstasy.

Both of her hands found Morgan's hair, pulling her head back from her neck to kiss her, needing to get a taste of her while she came.

A full-body shudder ripped through her as her legs shook with the force of her orgasm, hips grinding into Morgan's hand to wring out as much pleasure as she could.

She caressed Morgan's tongue with her own, panting as those long fingers continued to pump inside of her, stroking her pussy exactly the way she needed.

After what felt like an eternity, the contractions rocking her body ceased, and Harper could breathe again. She didn't think she'd ever come harder in her life.

"Good girl," Morgan whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

Jesus Christ.

Morgan removed her hand from between her legs, and Harper immediately reached for it, not hesitating as she drew her fingers into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the pads of Morgan's fingertips, tasting herself while she looked into blue eyes blown with desire.

Morgan was completely still, not breathing as she took in the sight before her. Her lips parted on a soft exhale, shaking her head slightly.

"Are you trying to fucking kill me?" She mumbled.

Harper smirked at her. "Not before I make you come again. Lie on your back."

***

Hours later, they laid side-by-side in bed, sheets and pillows strewn in a haphazard mess around them, collateral damage from the marathon sex they'd just had.

Harper had no idea what time it was, and she didn't care. Morgan had fucked her so thoroughly that all she could think about was the pleasant soreness between her legs.

Harper glanced over at Morgan to find her staring at her, a pensive look on her face.

"What?" Harper asked, keeping her voice hushed in the quiet of the room.

Morgan just shook her head, her lips quirking upward into a ghost of a smile.

"You're cute when you're sleepy," she said softly, reaching out to stroke her thumb across Harper's cheekbone.

Like her words had spoken her exhaustion into existence, Harper suppressed a yawn, feeling the last several hours everywhere on her body.

She wasn't quite sure what the move was here. Should she leave? She didn't want to. But they hadn't really had a chance to talk about what would happen afterward earlier, and now Harper felt uneasiness slither into the pit of her stomach.

"I can go," Harper said, feeling incredibly awkward all of a sudden. "If you think that would be..." She trailed off, not really sure what to say.

Morgan stared at her for a beat, an unreadable expression on her face.

Harper's heart stuttered in her chest as she studied her. She looked fucking perfect.

Harper felt honored to experience her like this, open and vulnerable in a way she'd never seen her before.

"I'm not in the habit of kicking beautiful women out of my bed," Morgan said, reaching out and pulling her in. "Stay. Sleep."

Harper's eyes fluttered closed as Morgan pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. She felt her smile against her mouth as she pulled back and said, "I'm not sure you'd be able to walk, anyway."

"Yeah, yeah," Harper mumbled, rolling her eyes as she leaned into her warmth.

Moonlight streamed through the bedroom window, illuminating the softness in Morgan's eyes. One of her hands came to rest on Harper's lower back, absently stroking her skin with a warm, soothing touch.

Unable to help herself, Harper reached a hand up and cupped her jaw, butterflies exploding in her stomach when Morgan turned her face into the touch, pressing a kiss to her palm.

"I would have gone home with you that night," Harper said quietly.

Morgan's hand stilled against her body where it had been tracing little patterns across her hip. She tilted her head, confusion clear in the way her brow furrowed.

"At the club," Harper continued. "That's why I didn't call you."

"Harper, you don't have to--" she started, but Harper shook her head sharply.

"Please let me explain," Harper said gently, her thumb stroking just under her ear. "I hate the idea that you may have thought that I didn't want to see you again."

Morgan went quiet at that, her expression sobering.

Harper took a shaky breath. "Like I told you months ago, I wanted to text you that night, as soon as I got back to my apartment. And that terrified me." She ran a hand through her hair, a strangled laugh escaping her throat. "The whole night was just an entirely new experience for me. I never let myself get distracted when I'm working, I never drink on the job, and I sure as hell never run my hands all over women in public, especially women I just met at a bar thirty minutes prior."

Morgan stayed quiet, but her hands continued the path they'd been taking previously, moving up her torso to trace the lines of her tattoo. The touch was hypnotic, and Harper took a moment to savor the feeling of her fingertips pressing into her skin.

Harper looked deeply into Morgan's eyes. "I wanted to kiss you that night. And I wanted to go home with you to see where things led. And that is just so not me. I don't kiss on the first date, and I don't do one night stands." She paused, contemplating whether she should say what else was on her mind. Glancing up to see Morgan looking at her so earnestly, she decided there was no harm in being completely honest. "I've never experienced attraction the way I did with you that night."

Something shifted in Morgan's expression.

"I almost texted you every day during those two weeks. Every single time I chickened out." Harper finally pulled her gaze from Morgan's, embarrassment sweeping through her.

Morgan's hand cupped Harper's jaw, pulling her attention back to her. Her eyes searched Harper's for a few long moments, the silence stretching out between them. Then, a crooked smile began to stretch its way across Morgan's face. "So," she said, "you didn't reach out because you were too attracted to me?" Her tone was laced with amusement and incredulity.

Harper smiled sheepishly. "Yes," she said slowly, drawing out the word as she realized how idiotic she sounded. "Seeing you at dinner later, all of the guilt and the stupidity crashed into me as I realized that I should have just texted you or called you or--"

"Harper." Morgan's voice was a soft murmur. Her arm snaked around Harper's waist and pulled her closer. "It's okay," she said. A smirk lifted her mouth at the corner. "I may have thought about you once or twice after meeting you that night, but you don't owe me an explanation. Everything is okay." Her eyes closed as her hand stroked Harper's back soothingly.

"I just needed you to know," Harper said, beginning to feel the pull of sleep, her eyelids getting heavy.

"Trust me, I know. And Harper?"

"Yeah?" Harper waited for what felt like an eternity before Morgan spoke again.

"I don't think it would have been a one night stand."

Harper inhaled sharply as Morgan's words settled deep within her. She blinked in the darkness of the room. "I don't think so either," she whispered.

But Morgan's breathing had evened out, having fallen fast asleep.

***

Blinding sunlight fell across Harper's face, painting the backs of her eyelids a warm pink. She stretched without opening her eyes, her bare skin sliding pleasantly across silky bedsheets--

And then tensed when she remembered where she was. Memories from the previous night flooded back to her all at once.

She and Morgan had had sex, and it had been fucking incredible.

She blindly reached her hand out, searching for the warmth of Morgan's body. She frowned in confusion when her hand found what felt like a piece of paper, the crinkling sound disturbing her peace and quiet. She turned over and propped herself onto her elbow.

Harper smiled when she looked at the piece of floral note paper, Morgan's elegant handwriting scrawled across the page.

'I'm so sorry for leaving - Joel called me in for an emergency prep meeting before tomorrow. I didn't want to wake you since you had such a long, physically demanding night ;) Please help yourself to coffee or anything else from the kitchen and let yourself out when you're ready if I'm not back before you're up.'

'P.S. Your soft little snores are adorable <3'

Biting her lip to contain the smile that broke out across her face, Harper turned over and reached for her phone. She typed out a quick text to Morgan.

Harper: I don't snore, Monroe.

She thought for a moment and then added an emoji with its tongue sticking out for good measure.

Her eyes widened when her phone began ringing almost immediately after sending the message. Morgan's name popped up on her screen, and she nearly dropped her phone onto her face.

She took a deep breath before answering. But she didn't even get a chance to speak when the call connected before Morgan's voice said, "You absolutely do. It's cute. Although, considering all the new sounds that I've learned you make, it's not quite my favorite."

"And what's your favorite?" Harper asked, knowing she shouldn't flirt but being unable to help herself.

Morgan groaned. "Don't make me choose."

"Don't you have some super important lawyer meeting to get to?" Harper asked, not quite able to hide the smile in her voice.

"I wanted to check on you," she said. "And my meeting ended about fifteen minutes ago."

There was a muffled conversation on the other end of the line that lasted a few seconds before Morgan was back.

"Did you get home okay?" she asked.

Harper felt her cheeks flush as she looked around Morgan's bedroom. Was it weird that she hadn't left yet? Considering that Morgan had kept her up until nearly three o'clock in the morning, she didn't think so. "Actually I just woke up. I'm still in your bed." She wanted to face palm at her unintentionally suggestive choice of words.

Morgan sighed heavily through the phone. "That may just be the best sentence I've ever heard, Cassidy."

"Hmm, well, someone disrupted my already very limited sleep last night." Unbidden, the memory of waking up to Morgan's tongue between her legs around five in the morning sent a wave of desire crashing through her.

"What kind of monster would do that?" Harper could only imagine the self-satisfied smirk that was without a doubt on Morgan's face.

In the distance, Harper thought she heard the apartment door close.

She shot up in bed. "Are you home?"

"Mmhmm," Morgan hummed in confirmation. "Make sure you're decent," she said, her voice teasing. And then she hung up.

Harper panicked for a moment, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest before realizing that she was being ridiculous.

The woman had literally seen every inch of her body within the last twenty-four hours. And besides, she didn't have time to get dressed anyway--

Approaching footsteps in the hallway beat in time with Harper's increasing heartrate, the blood rushing in her ears reaching a crescendo when Morgan finally came into view, looking ridiculously hot in her black blazer and matching work slacks.

"Hi," Harper said, giving her a shy smile.

Morgan leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, her eyes drinking Harper in. "Hi," she breathed out.

All at once, the memories of the night before flooded Harper's thoughts, a tidal wave of arousal crashing over her head, threatening to pull her under.

The way those blue eyes had held her own with that same searing intensity that she saw now as she'd made Harper come for her over and over again. The feeling of her mouth mapping Harper's body like she was committing her to memory. The way her talented fingers had filled and stretched her so perfectly until she'd shattered around her with her name on her lips.

From the scorching look in her eyes, Harper guessed that similar memories were flitting through Morgan's mind as she took in the fact that Harper was, in fact, not decent at all, still lounging in her bed entirely naked.

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