I had some help

Forty-seven

As the Hallmark movie droned on in the background, Morgan's patience was wearing thin. He shifted on the couch, his eyes flicking to the screen before drifting back to Alex. "These movies are all the same." He grumbled, his voice low with frustration. "How do you watch this shit?"

Alex smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she took a slow sip of her wine. "Oh, come on. You know you secretly love them." She teased, her tone light but suggestive. She leaned closer, her hand casually sliding up his thigh, her fingers just brushing the edge of his belt. "But I have a feeling after another glass of wine, you won't care what's on TV."

Morgan's breath caught at the seductive promise in her voice, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is that so?" He murmured, his voice dropping as his hand found her waist, pulling her against him.

Alex's lips curled into a wicked smile, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Mmhmm, because by then, the only thing on your mind will be me."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and before he could respond, Alex pressed her lips to his, the kiss instantly deep and hungry. Morgan's grip tightened on her waist, his other hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together.

The heat between them escalated quickly, the movie completely forgotten as Alex's hands roamed over Morgan's chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, her lips never leaving his as she trailed kisses down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin just enough to make him groan.

Morgan's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion before his mouth found her collarbone, kissing and biting as he worked his way down. Alex gasped, arching into him as his lips traced the curve of her breast, his hands sliding down to the waistband of her jeans, tugging them down with a sense of urgency.

In a tangle of clothes and heated kisses, they found themselves bare against each other, the anticipation making every touch electric. Alex straddled him, her hips grinding down against his as she bit her lip, her eyes half-lidded with desire. Morgan's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met her gaze, the raw need in his eyes matching her own.

"God, Alex." He rasped, his voice thick with lust. "You're driving me crazy."

"That's the idea." She whispered back, her lips brushing his as she sank down onto him, both of them moaning at the intense pleasure of finally being connected.

They moved together in a heated rhythm, every thrust and grind sending shockwaves through their bodies. Alex's nails dug into Morgan's shoulders as she rode him harder, her moans mixing with his groans as they lost themselves in the intoxicating feeling of each other. The pace quickened, their breaths ragged and desperate as they chased their release, the world around them fading until there was nothing left but the overwhelming heat and passion between them.

The night was theirs, the rest of the world forgotten as they drowned in the intensity of their desire, each moment more heated and desperate than the last until they finally collapsed against each other, spent and sated, the glow of their passion lingering long after the credits rolled.

Morgan and Alex had been lounging on his bed for hours, engrossed in movies and lost in each other's company. Alex was nestled comfortably in Morgan's arms, her head resting on his shoulder as she slowly drifted toward sleep.

Without a word, Morgan carefully stood up and walked to his closet. He selected a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, a thoughtful gesture to make sure Alex would be comfortable through the night.

Returning to the bed, he saw that Alex was already half-asleep, her breathing steady and calm. Gently, he grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her closer to him with a tender, affectionate touch.