“I’m going to resign,” Morgan said as she sat in his bed waiting for Desman to come back to bed after their shower.
Desman tossed his now damp towel on the floor and then leaped onto the bed causing the mattress to bounce and making Morgan put out her arms to brace herself, so she didn’t fall over. She laughed as he grinned at her playfully and then rolled over tackling her and pinning Morgan beneath his powerful body as he nipped at her neck.
Morgan placed both her hands to his chest trying to hold him at bay. “Desman,” she giggled, “I’m trying to have a conversation.”
“I’m listening.” He said looking down at her.
“Oh really? What did I say?”
“Desman,” he whined through his nose as he mimicked her, “I’m trying to have a conversation.”
Morgan laughed. “Before that?”
She watched him
