Graham and Soraya’s
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Penelope Ward!
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It started out like any other morning on the train. Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God? Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it. When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out. I might have picked it up. I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers. I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it. When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me. So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office. I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though. I didn’t expect him to text back. I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell. I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met. The two of us couldn’t have been any more different. Yet, you know what they say about opposites. When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other. Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over. All good things must come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
Excerpt
Outside of the restaurant, Graham’s black car was
already curbside. He must have had it waiting and called the driver when
I went to the restroom.
“If you’re not going to come home with me, I insist
on at least giving you a ride home to your place.”
“The subway is right around the corner. I’m
good.”
He shot me an annoyed glance. “Give a little,
Soraya. It’s a ride home, not a ride on my cock. And I think you
know by now that I’m not a serial killer.”
“You’re so crass.”
He put his hand on the small of my back and steered
me to the waiting open car door. I didn’t put up a fight. Graham
was right, I was being stubborn while he had pretty much agreed to
anything I demanded. Something told me it was a rare occasion when the
man was this flexible.
When we arrived at my apartment, Graham walked me
to the door.
“When will I see you again?”
“Well, tomorrow is Saturday, so I suppose maybe
Monday on the train.”
“Have dinner with me again tomorrow?”
“I have plans.”
His jaw flexed. “With whom?”
We embarked into a lengthy stare off. His
gaze was hard. When neither of us gave for a few minutes, he grumbled Christ
under his breath, and before I realized what was happening, my back was against
the door, and his mouth was on mine.
He kissed me as if he wanted to eat me alive.
Before releasing my mouth, he took my lower lip between his teeth and
tugged. Hard. With his lips vibrating up against mine, he spoke.
“Don’t push me to my limit, Soraya.”
“Why? What will happen?”
“I’ll push back. And I’m trying not to do
that with you.”
He was being honest, and I realized I should
appreciate that. “To my sister’s house. It’s my niece’s birthday
party. That’s where I’m going tomorrow night.
He nodded. “Thank you.”
It took every bit of my willpower to go inside and
shut the door behind me. I leaned my back against the door, unable to
remember the last time I was so hot and bothered. Maybe not ever.
His mouth was sinful; the thought of what he could do with that wicked tongue other
places on my body kept me in a state of arousal that bordered on
frenzied. But it was more than that. The way he was so dominating
and controlling, yet exercised restraint to respect my wishes, was the sexiest
thing I’d ever seen. The man stimulated something that had been sleeping
inside of me. I needed a glass of wine and an orgasm. Not
necessarily in that order. If I was going be firm on my stance that we
get to know each other and not have sex, then taking things into my own hands
was absolutely essential.
In my bedroom, I stripped out of my clothes.
I didn’t sleep naked every night, but tonight was definitely a bare
evening. As I slipped into bed, my cell rang.
“Is phone sex on the table?” Graham’s voice
was a needy rasp. Whatever cooling off my body had done since I left him
on the other side of the door was instantly reheated. His voice could
definitely speed things up for me. But…
“Sex is off the table. That should probably
include all types of sex. Intercourse, oral, phone.”
He groaned. “Oral. God, I want
to taste you. And feel that metal tongue ring on my cock. You have
no idea how difficult it was to control myself tonight every time I caught a glimpse
of that metal when you spoke. It’s like you’re taunting me with every
word. What are you wearing, Soraya?”
That voice. I needed to record him saying What
are you wearing, Soraya? So I could play it over and over again in a
loop when I needed to satisfy my own needs. “I’m actually not wearing
anything. I just got undressed and slipped into bed.”
“You sleep naked?”
“Sometimes.”
He actually growled. “Touch yourself.”
“I plan to. But I think I’m going to need
both hands tonight. So I’m going to hang up first.”
“How long do you plan on driving me crazy, Soraya?”
“Good night, Graham.” I hung up without
waiting for him to respond. Even though my body physically ached for the
man, I wasn’t ready to open that door with him just yet. Although as I glided
my hand down my body alone in my bed, the only thing I could think of was God,
I wish it was his hand.
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