Chapter 21

Morgan

Some time later, I fidgeted in his lap, my stomach growling ravenously, and he chuckled lightly.

"It's time to for me to take you to dinner, I think, my good girl," he murmured, and I blushed, feeling his come dripping out between my cheeks.

"I'll get cleaned up," I whispered, and he shook his head.

"No, you're going to wear my come to dinner as a reminder to you of how much of a dirty, filthy slut you are for me. Now, let's go eat."

Gently, he helped me climb out of his lap. He reached down to the floor, grabbing my panties and my skirt and handing them to me.

"Get dressed, needy girl."

"Yes, sir," I managed.

I slipped my panties up over my legs, and then I yanked my skirt up into place, nearly stumbling because I was still unsteady on my feet. His hands stabilized me, and he carefully pulled the zipper up for me. I smiled softly in appreciation.

"Thank you," I whispered, and he pressed his lips to my cheek.

"Now, let's go have dinner. We can go wherever you'd like."

"I like Italian food," I answered, and he chuckled.

"Well then, let's go."

"You're really not going to let me clean up?" I tried again, and he shook his head, his eyes darkening into shadows.

"I told you, you're going to wear my come as a reminder to you of what a dirty little slut you are, and to let the men who see you out and about know that you're spoken for. That you're mine."

My heart nearly billowed up right out of my chest and into my throat.

"Yes, sir," was all I could manage.

"That's my good girl," he praised, and he took my arm in his, unlocked his office door, and led me down to his waiting car.

"I don't think I like the idea of wearing your come," I argued.

"You do. You're my good little slut. It gets you wet, doesn't it? Thinking about the men watching you walk down the street and knowing that you have my come leaking out of your tight little asshole."

I blushed hard, but I didn't answer. I couldn't because that would be admitting he was right yet again.

As the car drove off, he pulled me close to him. I curled against him, enjoying his warmth as I started to shiver. His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me into his lap. Then the limo came to a stop in front of an upscale Italian restaurant called Ristorante Bella Notte.

As Hunter and I entered the restaurant, the soft lighting and elegant decor immediately set a romantic tone. The hostess led us to our table, and then a waiter approached, welcoming us with a warm smile.

"Welcome to Ristorante Bella Notte," the waiter greeted us with a warm, friendly smile. "May I take your order?"

Hunter glanced at me, a subtle invitation to choose first.

"I'll have the risotto al tartufo, please," I said.

"And for you, sir?" The waiter turned to Hunter.

"I'll go with the osso buco. And a bottle of your finest Cabernet, please," Hunter replied.

The waiter nodded, jotting down our orders. "Excellent choices. Your meals will be out shortly."

Once the waiter left, Hunter reached across the table, taking my hand. His touch made my breath seize in my chest as he leveled his warm gaze with mine.

"I've been thinking, Morgan," he began, his gaze intense. "It's time we made our relationship public. I don't want to hide what we have anymore. I want to claim you as mine in front of the whole world. I don't want you to be my dirty little secret. I want you to be so much more than that."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, his possessiveness over me sending a thrill through my body. "What do you mean, going public? That's a big step. Are you sure? If you are, we need to think about how to approach this."

Hunter nodded. "That's why I need your PR expertise. How do we announce us without causing a media frenzy?"

I bit my lip, considering. "We could start subtly. Attend a high-profile event, not hiding our affection but not making a big announcement either. Let people see us together and draw their own conclusions."

He squeezed my hand gently. "Subtle, yet clear. I like that. It sends a message without turning our relationship into a spectacle. I just want to show you off to the world, Morgan. Let everyone know that you're with me."

His words sent a wave of warmth through me. "I like being with you, Hunter. And the thought of being ‘shown off' by you… it's kind of exhilarating."

He chuckled, a sound that was both comforting and intimate. "Then it's settled. We'll make our debut as a couple soon. Just let me know when and where."

"What if our first public outing is something meaningful? We could arrange an event with the children from the orphanage. It would be a positive story and a genuine representation of who you are."

Hunter seemed intrigued. "That's a great idea. What did you have in mind?"

I smiled, my heart swelling with excitement. "We could take them to a local museum or maybe a day at the zoo. We could take all of them, Mia, Carlos, the twins Ava and Bella, and little Jamie. They would love a day out like that, right?"

He looked at me, visibly impressed. "You remembered all their names?"

I nodded. "Of course. It's clear how much they mean to you, and they're a big part of your life. It's only natural I'd remember."

Hunter's smile broadened. "That's very thoughtful of you, Morgan. Yes, let's do that. A day out with the kids would be perfect. It would be a nice break from all the hours we've been putting in at the office as well."

I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of planning an event for the orphans. I'd never been involved in this side of his life, but I knew it meant a lot to him.

Just like he meant a lot to me.

"I'll arrange everything," I assured him. "I'll get in touch with the orphanage and set up the details. It will be fun."

His gaze warmed. "Not as fun as showing off my beautiful girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" I asked.

He nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Yes, girlfriend. I'm making it official, Morgan. You're mine. Completely. And I want the entire world to know."