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Warning: This episode includes foreplay and is not appropriate for
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"What
subject is that?" She thought she knew, but she hoped he was
talking about something else.
"I'm
an up front guy, and I get the impression you are a woman who says
what she thinks. Am I right about that?" His hands worked their
magic, sending another tingle to her extremities.
"Yes,"
she tried to keep the sigh of pleasure out of her voice.
"I
know we just met, but I am so incredibly attracted to you, I can't
stand it. I think you're interested in me. Am I right about that,
too?" His fingers focused on her sweet spot, unmoving.
"Oh,
yes," she breathed, then giggled. "I'm sorry, that's just a
very...very...."
"Erogenous
spot. I know." He kept his hands working.
Her
laugh ended in a soft moan of pleasure. "And yes, you're right."
"Then
can we please stop trying to pretend that we want to be civilized
adults, and call it a night? If you want me to stay, in a particular
capacity, that's fantastic. But if you aren't ready for that, I'll
leave now, take a freezing ass shower when I get home, and pray I can
get some sleep."
By
the time he'd finished talking, Tanya had turned in her chair to look
at him. She couldn't control her laughter, it bubbled out of her like
a geyser.
"I've
heard some come-ons in my time, but by golly that takes the cake! And
the really wild thing is, it actually worked! Are you sure you don't
do this all the time?"
His
face clouded slightly. "I promise, you are the first woman I've
been interested in at all, since Vanessa."
"Is
she anything like me?" She had to be sure he wasn't just
substituting her for another.
"Not
at all. You're warm, witty, kind.... She's cold, cruel,
heartless...."
"You're
not like him either," she smiled. "I like you, Morgan. I
want you to stay—in a particular capacity."
Like
magic, Tanya was in Morgan's arms, kissing him with an abandon she
had never felt before. His lips met hers with an electrical shock
that traveled from her lips to her toes and back up to lodge in her
pelvis. She had never been so excited or interested in a man that she
could ever remember.
He
started to pull her sweater over her head, then looked at the array
of kitchen windows that were completely uncovered by any kinds of
curtains. "Where's the bed?" He asked, his throat tight
with passion.
Tanya
took his hand, dragging him toward the stairway to her room. They got
as far as her office and didn't get any further. It was a quiet,
inner room with a thick Persian carpet. There were no windows, no one
could see.
Morgan
pulled her sweater up and kissed the top of her breasts, burying his
face in her cleavage for a moment, as he inhaled her scent. "Are
we anywhere near the bedroom?"
Tanya
shook her head. "Here...we can here," she panted as she
yanked his sweatshirt up and pulled it awkwardly over his head.
"Here
works," he chuckled, undoing her jeans and sliding his hands
down over her hips.
She
fumbled slightly with his belt buckle, but soon had it open, the
zipper down and his jeans were past his knees. He was firm against
her, throbbing, and she wanted him more than any man she had ever
met.
"Do
you have anything?" he asked.
"You
mean...." she gasped as he touched her, slipping his hand inside
her panties. "You mean like a disease?" She was really
offended, and almost ended it right there.
"No,"
he laughed, his lips on hers. "I meant like condoms."
"Oh,"
she giggled, feeling ridiculous. "Yes, in the bedroom. Silly of
me, I don't know why. It's not like I was expecting this."
"Show
me." He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the staircase.
"End
of the hall, to the right."
He
took them two at a time, setting her down to open the door. She
trotted to the drawer and took out the pack of condoms, fumbling
slightly with them. They were some she had bought shortly before the
break up, during the time when they had actually tried to put their
marriage back together. They'd never used them. She dropped the
packet on the floor, her fingers suddenly numb.
Chuckling,
Morgan picked it up. "Careful, ma'am," he lowered his voice
and changed his accent to sound like a poor imitation of John Wayne.
"Let me do that, little lady. I'm a professional!"
Tanya
turned away for a moment while he did what needed to be done. It
always made her feel oddly embarrassed, as if she'd passed a point of
no return. She slipped off her bra and panties and pulled down the
coverlet on the bed. Morgan came up behind her, running his fingers
down over her breasts as he nuzzled her neck. She felt a little
afraid, but turned bravely to face him and he kissed her as they sat
on the edge of her bed. He nibbled her ear and rubbed her belly with
one hand and his fingers traveled to the sweet spot along her spine.
"There's
still time to back out and say no. You're not fully committed, you
can still say—no," he said, his mouth not quite touching hers.
"I
don't want to say no. I'm scared silly, but I want...I want this."
She swallowed with difficulty and gasped as his hand moved between
her legs. "I want this," she chuckled, nibbling his lip and
running her fingers along his stiff member.
"Oh,
you do? I think I can accommodate you." He rolled onto his back,
pulling her on top of him. "Are you sure?"
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