Paradise Revival Part 12
"Mmm, good," he said.
"You like mangoes?" she asked in a throaty voice that went straight to his p.e.n.i.s.
"I like you licking me."
"I'll keep that in mind."
She followed up the mango by popping a few grapes into his mouth.
"I like this feeding thing. Makes me feel all powerful, like you're my slave."
Her blue eyes smoldered. "You like being the master, then?"
"Oh yeah. Then again, I didn't mind being tied up either. I'm pretty much an equal opportunity guy."
She laughed and it knifed through his senses, churning his insides.
"Tell me about your work," she asked.
"Nothing much to tell. I write."
"When did you decide to become a writer?" She handed him a gla.s.s of juice.
He took a long swallow, then shrugged. "I majored in journalism at NYU, convinced
I was going to be the next Woodward or Bernstein."
"And you changed your mind?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I didn't like reporting news. It was boring." He hadn't thought about his old job in
a long time, but talking about it now reminded him how much his goals had changed
since college. What if he had stayed with the newspaper? Where would he be now?
"So, you decided to go freelance?"
"Yeah. I liked the idea of travel, and I didn't care much for being told how to write my articles. I don't deal with authority that well."
A smile curved her lips. "I could see that about you."
"You could?"
"Yeah." She slid a slice of mango into her mouth, the fruit disappearing slowly
between her lips.
Tony shuddered, remembering the feel of those lips sucking on his shaft. His c.o.c.k
ached with the need to be inside her again. "What about you? What did you want to do?" "After I met David, my life completely changed. I never even had a chance to finish college."
"What were you going to major in?"
"International studies. I had some thoughts about law, or maybe teaching. Although I
loved travel, so I figured international business would be a good place to start."
Funny how much they had in common, including the love of travel. "Why didn't you finish college after you got married?" The smile left her face. "David didn't want me out of his sight that much. Attending college would mean I was exposed to too many people. People who might find out what he was doing to me and try to stop it."
Tony ached for what Morgan had lost. "You could finish now."
She shrugged. "What's the point? I'm doing exactly what I want to do, and I don't need a degree to do it."
"Is this really what you want to do? Run a s.e.x resort?"
Her eyes flashed like hard sapphires. "What's wrong with what I do? I'm not
ashamed of it, and I make a d.a.m.n good profit. Paradise is a successful business that I built from the ground up. I'm very proud of what I've accomplished."
Boy, she was fire and brimstone when she got riled. "You're s.e.xy as h.e.l.l when
you're p.i.s.sed off, you know."
Her mouth hung open in surprise, and Tony resisted the urge to plant a kiss on her luscious lips.
"Excuse me?"
Nothing like being caught off guard in the middle of righteous indignation. "Your
eyes sparkle, your cheeks color, and your entire body stiffens like you're ready for a
brawl. It's s.e.xy. I like a woman with a little fire in her belly."
She dipped her chin and half lowered her lashes, almost as if the compliment embarra.s.sed her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
He reached out for her, hesitating a second before sliding his hand in hers. She
looked up at him.
"Morgan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that David used to...punish me when he thought I was out of
line."
That now familiar anger at the mention of her ex-husband lit a fire of its own deep
inside him. Someday, he'd find a way to make that p.r.i.c.k pay. "I'm not David. And I like your sa.s.sy little mouth."
Her eyes widened. "You do?"
Swiping his thumb across her full lower lip, he nodded. "h.e.l.l yeah. I'm a journalist. We love a good argument, a little debate, maybe even a spot of controversy. I'd never think badly of you because you stood up for yourself. I'd be d.a.m.n disappointed if you didn't."
She stared at him as if she couldn't quite fathom what he'd said. "You confuse me."
"I do? How?"
"You're not like most men."
"Thank G.o.d for that. I thrive on being unique."
A cute little snort erupted out of her mouth. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You make me think, you make me laugh, and..."
He leaned up and pulled a strand of her flaming hair across his fingers. "And?"
This time she didn't drop her gaze, but held his intently. "You excite me."
And there went his p.e.n.i.s, waving in the air, trying to garner her attention. "I hope so.
Because you light the fires of h.e.l.l inside me."
She blushed and tilted her head to the side, exposing her slender neck. Taking a chance, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the pulse point there. Her
heartbeat danced madly against his tongue. But she didn't back away, and didn't seem to be in any hurry to move, even though he wasn't restrained.
"I want to touch you," he whispered against her neck, unable to tear his lips away
from her silken throat.
She hesitated for a second before answering. "Then touch me."
Breathing a sigh of relief at getting the go ahead, he pressed his tongue harder against