Beyond Temptation - Brenda Jackson [43]
Yes.
Why?
I’d like to get to know her.
Don’t think that’s a good idea.
Let me be the judge of that. Trust me.
Lena leaned back against her headboard trying to remember the last time she had put her complete trust in a man. When she remembered, her chin firmed as she thought stubbornly, why should she trust Morgan? But then, another part of her wanted to trust him. “I’m a big girl,” she murmured softly to herself. “Maybe it’s time I act like it.”
Smiling, a naughty and wicked shiver sliding down her spine, she began typing. Okay, I trust you and for the rest of the time you’re online, you’ll be chatting with my twin.
Okay. Thanks for trusting me.
Lena nodded. She hadn’t expected him to thank her for that.
So, Lena’s twin. How are you?
Lena wasn’t sure what came over her at that moment. Maybe it was the idea that now she could, even if only for a short while, finally unleash her unruly inner self with a man she’d admitting to trusting. This was her chance to shed her inhibitions, stop being the good girl for a little while and walk on the wild side.
Taking a deep breath and before she could change her mind she began typing and felt an intense shiver when she sent Morgan her response.
I’m fine, Morgan, but I wish I was there with you.
Morgan was sitting at a large oak desk in his suite when he received Lena’s response, and immediately he felt his body transform into hard steel, and inner fire began creeping through his bloodstream. The Lena Spears he knew, even the one he’d kissed the other day, would not have admitted such a thing.
Inhaling deeply he began typing. And what would you do if you were?
It didn’t take long for her typed response. I’d try things on you that I’ve never tried on a man before.
Feeling hot, he undid the top button of his shirt before typing Such as?
Depends on where you are now. You’re in your suite, right?
Yes.
In bed?
No, I’m sitting at the desk.
That’s a good spot. I’d clear off that desk and spread my naked self on top of it.
Mercy! Morgan thought and immediately grabbed a sixteen-ounce bottle of chilled water and practically drained the entire thing just to cool off his heated body. The thought of Lena spread naked across this desk aroused such strong feelings within him that he had to lean back in his chair to place space between him and the desk. Imagining those voluptuous thighs exposed to his view sent a warm flood of anticipated and delicious pleasure racing through him.
Morgan? she typed. You’re still there?
Barely. But instead of typing that single response, he stroked the keys to ask And then what you would do?
Whatever you want. I would become your every woman.
His every woman…Just the thought sent more heat escalating through him. He leaned forward, feeling a heated rush. He tried to remain calm, keep his composure, but it was hard, just like the rest of him.
Before he could type in a response she sent him a question. And what’s your fantasy, Morgan Steele?
He smiled, not the least ashamed to admit what that was. He typed in his response. Making love to you all day long and feel you climax beneath me several times. More times than either of us can count. Then he smiled with a predatory satisfaction when she didn’t respond for a while.
You sure about that? was the response she finally sent.
Positive. Now what’s your fantasy?
To have you on top of me, making love to you, and I’d be grateful for a half day and at least one climax.
That powerful chemistry that she had failed to acknowledge the first night they’d met was back with a vengeance, stirring every volatile emotion within him. This was the Lena he wanted in his bed, and once he got her there he was going to prove they were one and the same. There weren’t two sides of Lena Spears, and he planned to make sure she realized that.
Don’t settle for one climax. Get ready for several, he typed and then added Your wish will be my every command, Lena Spears. Whatever you want done, I will do…with pleasure.
There was a pause and then she responded. I think it’s time we ended this conversation before the screens