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They lay on their sides facing one another. Foreheads touching, she traced her tongue over his lips. The moonlight from the shining through the open window cast shadows over their naked bodies.
Morgan held onto her hip with one hand, the other was under her body holding her close. With his fingers, he sought out the curve of her butt and trailed a line up the small of her back. Her skin was soft and warm despite the breeze blowing the curtains at the window.
Morgan rolled onto his back clutching her to him as he moved. Trailing both hands now over her back, he slid them down and cupped her butt.
She moaned into his mouth and let her legs drop either side of his body. Teeth pulled at his top lip and the sensation shot straight to his cock. Stacey pushed herself up on her hands and moved her hips against his.
Reaching up Morgan grasped her nipple in his lips and tugged firmly. The hiss and grinding of hips against his almost made him smile. He lifted her by the hips and pulled her down onto his straining cock.
Stacey groaned and rolled against him. Tweaking his nipples between her fingertips, she rode him hard and fast and Morgan was happy to let her lead the pace.
When her breath hitched, she clamped her legs against him as she reached her peak slowing to savor the moment but he wanted his release as well. Gripping her hips he lifted her up and pulled down filling her deeply. Again he lifted her and when Morgan pulled her back he held her tight as he exploded deep inside her.
Chapter 5
Stacey reached a tentative hand out before she opened her eyes. The bed beside her was empty, just a small indentation where Morgan's head had been. She stifled a small cry, leaned over and pushed her face into his pillow bunching her hands into the sheets. The tears escaped her closed eyes and soaked the white linen. His smell was still there. The tang of his cologne filled her senses making her quiver at the memories of their last night together.
She stayed clutching the pillow until her sobs subsided and her tears dried. Peeking over at the alarm clock she swore. It was late and there would be deliveries today.
Hitting the shower at a run Stacey almost forgot about the reason for her tears but not quite. Morgan had left without waking her to say goodbye. Sneaking out like a thief in the night he had avoided a bout of female tears and she couldn't blame him but it hurt just the same.
Hanging onto the thought that he would come back kept her going through the day.
Each day that followed had her looking toward the door. Every time the bell rang in reception she raced out with hope in her chest only to be disappointed, the wind knocked out of her sails. Eventually the hope became less and the thought of him returning dwindled.
Sadness filled every waking day. A kind of depression set in and her movements became slower as the days passed. Getting out of bed became a monumental mission and she no longer cared what the day brought. The thought of asking her parents to take over the pub so she could run away and hide crossed her mind more than once.
But Stacey had nowhere to go. And she clung onto the slim hope that Morgan would return and contact her.
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A loud banging on the front door woke her. She looked at the clock. Shit, nine am on a bloody Sunday. What the hell was going on? Morgan, it could be Morgan.
She quickly jumped out of bed and pulled on yesterdays t-shirt and jeans running and tripping down the stairs doing up the zip.
A face was pressed into the glass of the front door and her heart sank. It wasn't Morgan. Why oh why not?
She pulled open the door and plastered a fake smile on her face. "Hey Doc, what are you doing here so early? Not like you to want a drink on a Sunday this early ever."
He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Slipping his arm through hers, he picked up his bag and walked her down to the reception office.
"I thought it was time I made a house call. My ever loving wife has noticed you are not your usual happy self and is worried. It was only the promise of a full medical checkup that she would stop the ear bashing she is giving me."
"Oh bloody heck, I'm fine." Stacey pulled her arm from his and walked to her chair, threw herself down in it and glared his way.
He looked at her with a nod of his head.
"Seriously, I am."
When he just looked and didn't answer her Stacey stamped her foot.
"I'm okay. Heartbroken but okay. Alright?" Her anger was flaring and the 'don't care, don't bullshit me,' look on Docs face made her sigh.
"Well, you know Loretta will only give me grief if I don't do what I promised so how about you just play along and let me do a quick check? That way I won't get accused of lying to my beautiful wife."
"Fine, whatever. Although I somehow doubt being used and forgotten would hardly constitute as an illness." Stacey sat up straight in her chair and waited for Doc to do his thing.
He opened his bag and took out the stethoscope. Standing behind Stacey, he checked her breathing and listened to her lungs.
"Are you sleeping okay? You have big black bags under your eyes."
"Thanks, just what every chick wants to hear. Yes." She heard him sigh and cringed. "Okay, no. I'm just so tired and my brain won't let me rest at night."
He grabbed his ophthalmoscope and crouched in front of her.
Shining the light at her eyes made her blink.
"Try to hold still, there's a good girl."
Doc checked the
