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Staring into Alex's calm eyes, Morgan took a deep breath and attempted to calm the racing of her heart.

‘Trust him’…she repeated the mantra in her mind. Slowly, slowly, she let herself relax as his hand stroked softly across the curve of her hip.

“Relax,” he breathed in her hot, his tone smooth.

His lips brushed lightly against her jawline. His fingers slid upward along her side to rest on her shoulder blade, where his thumb traced circles against her skin. Morgan fought hard against the urge to gasp.

His touch ignited something inside of her. A warmth spread across her skin, spreading until she felt like she was melting beneath his hands. And then his mouth was on hers.

At first, it was an innocent, sweet kiss, but then he changed tactics, pressing his lips harder against hers and sliding his hand higher up her body to cup her breast. She gasped involuntarily, her hands reaching for his hair.

‘Don’t fight it,’ he had told her earlier. But how could she not resist something so tantalizing, so intoxicating?

Her moan grew louder as Alex’s hand reached lower, slipping beneath the hem of her dress. His fingers danced across the bare skin of her stomach, caressing, teasing, until he finally cupped her breast, his thumb brushing lightly against her hard nipple.

"Ahaaha... Alex!" Morgan cried out, her eyes flying open. Her chest heaved heavily as she gasped for breath, tears stinging in her eyes.

Her entire body shook uncontrollably as she struggled to regain control of her breathing. She stared at him, horrified at her own reaction.

But he didn't give her the chance to collect herself, his lips were on hers again as he nipped at her bottom lip, pulling away only briefly to breathe deeply before returning to her mouth.

He moved his hands, one settling firmly atop her hip while the other moved downwards to caress her thigh, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her tender flesh.

She stepped back, but he followed her movement, not breaking the kiss as she stumbled backward.

The sound of the flower vase crashing to the ground filled Morgan’s ears as she fell backward on the table.

As her eyes widened at him, Alex grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and placing her on top of the table as if she weighed no more than a feather. Morgan yelped as her back came into contact with the cold wood of the table.

He moved forward again, his lips claiming hers as he pushed her dress upwards, exposing her legs.

"This was supposed to be an act." She choked, as he fit between her thighs. His lips pressed against her skin, his tongue swirling around her clit, making her body burn beneath his touch.

“Haah... Uugh.. Aaah...” Morgan gasped out, her head falling backward against the table. His teeth scraped against her clit, biting gently, and she cried out.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. She couldn't get enough air; it was hard to remember how to breathe. She was drowning in the feel of his hands, his mouth, and damn, did his fingers feel good on her body.

"Fuck, Alex!!" she panted, her hips moving involuntarily. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure as she jerk beneath him.

Ahh! O.. Oh!... Aghh! AAAH!" she shouted out, arching her back slightly. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as her hips bucked, her orgasm surging through her body.

As the muffled sounds from within the room continued to seep through the door, the group of elders exchanged uncomfortable glances, each of them growing increasingly uneasy with every passing second. Elder Frances shifted on her feet, her cheeks flushing with a deep shade of crimson. Her gaze darted nervously between the other elders, searching for any sign of how they were taking this unexpected turn of events.

"This is… quite improper," Elder Frances finally whispered, her voice tinged with embarrassment as she tried to keep her composure. "Perhaps we should…"

Suddenly, Elder Theo cleared his throat, his discomfort evident as he avoided looking at the door. "Indeed, we should not intrude further. It seem like they are serious about making peace..." he mumbled, his tone strained. His eyes flicked to Elder Roderick, seeking some sort of direction, but the elder’s expression was a mask of barely controlled rage.

Elder Roderick’s jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out, his face a rigid mask of fury. The sounds emanating from the room—the breathless moans, the sharp gasps—only served to stoke the fire of anger burning inside him. It was as if every sound was a personal affront, a challenge to his desire.

Elder Frances glanced at him nervously, sensing the growing tension. "Perhaps we should leave them to their privacy," she suggested again, her voice more insistent this time. "This is clearly a… delicate moment."

But Elder Roderick didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed on the door, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. The rage simmering beneath the surface was palpable, threatening to boil over at any moment. Then suddenly, without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing with a harsh finality.

The other elders watched him go, the silence settling between them. Elder Frances exchanged a worried glance with Elder Theo, who hesitated for a brief moment before nodding in agreement. "We should follow," he said quietly, his tone resigned.

One by one, the elders turned and followed Elder Roderick, their footsteps fading into the distance as they left the hallway empty and silent once more.

Inside the room, Morgan’s breathless cries quieted into whimpers as she bit on her lip. She lay sprawled across the wooden table, her limbs splayed and her head thrown back. Alex gently ran his hands up and down her torso and back as he leaned over her, pressing soft kisses on her forehead and nose.

With a soft moan, Morgan inhaled shakily, her breath coming in quick bursts. When he pulled away, she shut her eyes tight and drew in several deep breaths before opening them again.

But then, Alex suddenly stepped back, his expression suddenly turning cold as he pulled away from her. His eyes, once warm with passion, were now hard and distant.

"The show’s over," he muttered, his tone devoid of the tenderness he’d shown just moments before. He adjusted his shirt, his fingers working with a practiced ease as if nothing had happened. "You should clean yourself up."

Dumbfoundedly, Morgan blinked, still caught in the aftershocks of what had just transpired. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breath, her mind racing to process the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Alex…?”

He didn’t look at her. Instead, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and shrugged it on, moving with a calm efficiency that left no room for argument. “I’m done here,” he said, his voice flat. “You should be too.”

Staring at him, Morgan’s heart twisted painfully at his words, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Her fingers trembled as she tried to fix her dress, her eyes flickering to his face, searching for any sign of the man who had just been so intimate with her. But all she saw was indifference as if she were nothing more than a task he’d just completed.

"Alex, wait—" she started, but he cut her off with a sharp look, his eyes finally meeting hers.

“Don’t make this more than it is, Morgan,” he said, his tone icy. “We both knew what this was. Nothing’s changed.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her behind. The door clicked shut with a finality that echoed through the empty room. Morgan’s hands dropped to her sides, her eyes filling with tears she refused to let fall.

For a moment, she just sat there, numb and unable to move. Then, slowly, she forced herself to stand, her legs shaking beneath her. She caught sight of herself in the mirror on the far wall—her hair tousled, her dress askew, and her makeup smudged. It was a far cry from the confident, composed woman she usually was.

Swallowing hard, she moved to the sink and splashed water on her face, trying to wash away the lingering traces of what had just happened. But no amount of water could cleanse the ache in her chest.

"Asshole." She mumbled. "I hate you."