Chapter 76

Morgan resisted the urge to close her eyes and cry. She’d done that once before, after Andrew slammed her. Tears didn’t do any damn good. Shedding them over this particular fantasy and all the associated problems wasn’t happening again.

Jack himself had been swearing to her that her wants were perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Liar, she wanted to shout. She saved her breath.

So much for all his assurances.

Damn it, these fantasies kept screwing up her life, wracking her with guilt, chasing men off. She had to move past them, get them out of her head. Somehow.

Deke rounded the table, and Morgan watched his progress, craning her gaze over her shoulder as he settled behind her without a word. He could see…everything. The long line of her spine. The wet heat of her sex swollen by Jack’s touch. The bare globes of her ass. A fresh wave of mortification rolled over her, along with something else she didn’t want to name. She closed her eyes