Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Damn, I wanted in on that.
Taking the dog from her, I cracked, “And you thought it would be me you’d need to pry off of you.”
“You are being very good, Mr. Morgan.”
“I’m trying,” I said sincerely.
She covered her mouth. “Oh, my God! Blackie. It just hit me. From General Hospital! He’s named after that Blackie.”
“That’s right.”
She pointed at my face. “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”
“No.”
“Because your ears are turning red!”
Fuck.
“I think it’s sweet, Graham, especially that the show reminds you of your mother. Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone about that. You have a way of turning me into mush, Venedetta.”
“Good.” She grinned.
Circling my palms together slowly, I said, “Since we’re on the subject. Let’s see how good your General Hospital knowledge is.”
She flashed the cutest smile again as she accepted my challenge. “Lay it on me.”
“There’s one more thing about me—a major identifier—that has a General Hospital connection.”
“What do I get if I guess it correctly?”
“A special kiss from me later.”
“Oh, yeah? A special one, huh?”
“I’ll give you a hint.”
“Alright.”
“It rhymes with organ.”
“Oh, that line again. Ok…Morgan….your last name.” A realization seemed to hit her. “That’s right! Oh my God. That name is from General Hospital, too!”
“The last name connection is purely coincidental, of course, but the J of my middle name stands for Jason.”
She nodded in understanding. “Jason Morgan…like the character!”
“My mother thought it was brilliant.”
“Your mother sounds like she was very clever.”
“She was…clever, funny, bright, full of life…a lot like you, actually.” I walked over to the granite counter and opened the Sauvignon blanc she’d brought. Handing her a crystal glass, I said, “Can I show you around?”
Sipping our wine, we toured the condo. Soraya particularly loved the electric fireplace in my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to fuck her right in front of it someday.
We finally circled back around to the living room and stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling length window overlooking the Manhattan skyline.
She gazed out at the spectacular city lights. “I always dreamt of having a view like this.”
Meanwhile, I was gazing at nothing but her. “This view is yours. You can come here anytime you want.”
“I can come here, huh?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Oh, I know. You’re uncharacteristically polite and politically correct tonight. What’s gotten into you, Graham Jason Morgan?”
“Do you not like me polite? I’m trying not to fuck anything up tonight. After what happened at the gala—”
“You’re fine. You’re good just the way you are. I love how honest you always are with me about your thoughts and feelings.” She leaned in and gripped my wool sweater, causing my cock to swell. I felt myself unraveling very quickly as she continued, “In fact, I prefer blunt honesty to anything else. I always want you to tell me the truth, even if you’re afraid it might offend me. I don’t think you understand how much I just need the truth.”
“I don’t think you understand how much I need you.” Now that her hands were on me, I was a goner. “And I’ll give you anything you need. You want the absolute truth?”
“Yes. Tell me what you want.”
“In what way? Out of life? Right now? Be specific.”
“What do you really want right now at this very moment?”
“You won’t fault me for my answer?”
“As long as it’s truly what you’re thinking…no.”
My voice was thick. “I want your tongue on my cock.”
Yup. I’d lost it.
Her eyelashes flickered seductively. “What else?”
“After you take me into your mouth, I want to strip you naked and eat your pussy right before I fuck you from behind with your hands plastered against this window.”
“Then what?”
“I want to come inside of you.”
“Then?”
“Then…we eat pasta in bed naked.”
We both let out slight laughs before the tone turned serious again.
She looked around my living room. “When did it get so dark all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t noticed much else besides you since you walked in that door. That’s the truth.”
“Thank you for being honest with me, Graham.”
It was the last thing she said before she placed her fingers on the bow at her neckline, slowly untying it. Well, fuck. This was apparently the reward for my honesty. She undid the buttons, and her satin blouse fell to the ground. When she unsnapped her black lace bra from the front, her tits sprung out. Even though it was dark, the lights of the city let in enough illumination for me to see her nipples pucker from the cold air.
Letting out a shaky breath, I said, “Let me warm you up.” I bent down and sucked her breast mercilessly into my mouth. She let out a moan the second my lips touched her skin.
Soraya dug her fingers into my sweater, tugging on it and pulled it over my head. Pressing my bare chest into hers, I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it slowly. My cock, now fully hard, was bursting through my jeans against her stomach. Then, the feel of her little hand sliding over my crotch obliterated the last bit of the control within me.