When no answer came, he juggled the coffee and bag of doughnuts he brought as a bribe and leaned his elbow onto the doorbell. And kept it there. His gut clenched at the thought of Violet answering the door, but he had to know what happened between them last night. Two minutes later, a very bleary-eyed Carlos clad only in a pair of black boxers answered the door with a snarl. “What!” Bumping past Carlos, Morgan strolled into the apartment and dumped the insulated cups and doughnuts on the dark granite countertop of the island in the kitchen. Carlos followed not too far behind, lured by the scent of fresh coffee from the café downstairs. Handing him his cup, Morgan took a seat on the counter and ignored Carlos’ grumble. “So, how was your date?” All night he had been distracted by thoughts of Carlos and Violet together. No matter what he tried to do to get his mind off them, he couldn’t help but imagine what they were doing while he was trying to finish up a project. His gut would clench when he thought of Carlos touching her, then his cock would get hard as he imagined her reaction.
