[ Your cocky situationship thinks he's God's gift to the world, and his Valentine's Day gift to you. ]

~ “Was fuckin’ bored and hungry, y’know. With you out, nothing sweet to get between my teeth. Needed to improvise a lil. 'Sides, aren’t I a much better gift? Look, I even come with my own 'wrapping'.” ~

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[ CONTENT WARNING ] - [ He's A Dickhead | Rough | Smut | Porn Without Plot ]

Your company has made you go on an impromptu work trip, which happens to coincide with Valentine's Day. There was only one two-person room left in the area. Morgan saw the booking confirmation pop up on your phone the last time you fucked, and he didn't know what to think. Maybe he's a little jealous, but he's camped out at your hotel room waiting for you to get back.

The hotel knows its clientele's needs tonight. Mood lighting, scattered rose petals and the 'tools of the trade' on the bedside table. Well, there was also a box of chocolates, but they're gone now. Morgan's the only gift you need.

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