Free Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Christelle Mirin Page A

screamed, her back arching, her world shattering into a million shiny pieces. Sparks snapped at her nipples like little electric teeth nipping at them. Lightning shot up her spine to the back of her tongue, buzzing. Her pussy convulsed, clenched, then clenched again. Her ass zinged with sensation, her muscles bursting with pure sensual pleasure.
    Both men stiffened, their cocks burying deep inside her at the same time as they spilled their hot seed inside her. The room was filled with groans and heavy breathing as they all reached heaven at almost the exact same moment.
    Grace struggled to catch her breath, her world mending itself back to something close to sanity. “I need air,” she said, patting Morgan’s shoulder. Slowly they came apart, giving her some room. A chill rushed over her at the loss of the body heat that had encased her when both men were on either side of her. Gooseflesh raced over her skin, and she shivered.
    “Are you cold?” Morgan asked after he reached over to the nightstand and turned on a dim light.
    “Yes, a little,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I think it’s because you two got me so hot the room now feels like a refrigerator.”
    “Well, I can fix that. Come here.” He pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her.
    She curled into him, her cheek resting on his chest just above his heart.
    The bed shifted behind her. “I’ll leave you two alone,” Justice said, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “I need to give Lauren a call this morning anyway.”
    Grace turned and looked at him. “Thank you, Justice.”
    He smiled at her. “What are you thanking me for? I should be thanking you.” He nodded at Morgan. “I’ll be leaving today. See you in the office on Monday.”
    “Have a safe trip. Give Lauren a hello for me.” Morgan hugged Grace tighter.
    Justice gave them a small wave and left the room. A moment later, Grace heard the door in the living room open and shut.
    “Morgan?” She traced a circle with her fingertip on his chest.
    “Hm?”
    “Lauren is Justice’s wife, isn’t she?”
    “Yes.”
    “Does she participate in bonding camp? I mean, with the staff and all?” Grace wondered just how many people at the office enjoyed the benefits of bonding camp.
    Morgan let out what sounded like a satisfied sigh and settled into his pillow a bit further. “Yes, Lauren does participate. She has a penchant for handcuffs. Likes a bit of bondage, like you. But you, Grace, seem to like it a bit more extreme.” He chuckled.
    Grace slapped his stomach.
    “Hey!” He jerked.
    Grace pushed back and looked up into his face. She raised one eyebrow. “Don’t you like that I like it a bit ‘extreme?’”
    “Of course I do. You like extreme. I like to be extreme with you. Why did you hit me?” He frowned comically at her.
    “I hit you because you laughed.”
    “I laughed because I’m happy.”
    Her heart skipped a beat then filled with emotion. “Really? You’re happy?”
    “Very happy.” His frown turned to a soft smile. “I think you and I are a perfect fit, actually.”
    Grace damped down the urge to cry. She sniffled and tucked her head, laying it on his chest again.
    “Grace? What’s wrong, baby?” Morgan placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head back up. “Talk to me.”
    Grace placed her palm over his heart, feeling the strong, steady beat. “There’s nothing wrong. I just never expected to find someone like you when I applied for the internship. Someone who could fill my needs so perfectly. I’ve never been able to allow someone to have control of any situation, until I met you, Morgan. I do truly love you. I know I’m young, and you’re older, but I know what I want. I want you.”
    Morgan ran his fingertips over her forehead and down her cheek. “Do you think you can put up with an older man?”
    She smiled. “Not only can I put up with an older man, I can learn from him.”
    A smile burst across his lips. “You are