Page 39 of Cinnamon Strudel
“When that happens, you can remind Manuel that I had to teach him how to tie up his last girlfriend because he kept screwing it up.”
She smiled so wide that her cheeks hurt. “That does help. Thank you for warning me.”
“I didn’t want them to make a snarky remark and have you think that I talk about you behind your back.”
“I assumed you talk about me with them—I do it with my brothers.”
“Well, I hope it’s only good things.”
“There wouldn’t be anything else to talk about.”
“There wouldn’t, huh?” He cocked his brow and relaxed in his seat, arms still crossed over his chest. “Have you finished your plate?”
“Yes, it was wonderful.”
“Do you want more?”
“No, I’m full.”
He gave a short nod, and with it the atmosphere clearly changed. “How tired are you, darlin’? Do you want me to tuck you in right away?”
“I think I can stay up a little longer.”
“Come here,” he demanded, patting his lap.
She set the plate aside and scrambled to her feet. Once she was close enough, he pulled her onto his lap so that her thighs straddled his.
“This evening can go two ways, and both are equally acceptable.”
With her heart already hammering in her chest, she tickled over his neck and let her fingers dance over his nape, loving how his closely cropped hair felt beneath her fingertips. “Okay…”
Morgan’s lips curled, showing a flash of white teeth as his green eyes darkened with desire. “You can either curl up on that couch with a movie and some snacks while I get my nerd on,orI can command you to your knees and teach you how to suck my cock. After, I’ll haveyouas my midnight snack.”
Her heart stumbled over itself, then seemed to stop altogether. “I-I…” she stammered, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“It’s okay, darlin’. You can take your time.”
Part of her wanted to accept the movie, if for no other reason than to see how he would react. Then she quickly redirected, realising that it was the answer thatRickwould want her to choose. She didn’t want to taint this relationship with bad decisions of her last, so she took Morgan’s word for it and chose the second option. “Teach me how you like it.”
Morgan’s smile lit up the room, and it melted her insides. “Then you’d better get on your knees.”
She dropped to her knees, but then hesitantly shifted in place. “Can I have a pillow for the floor?”
His brows fused, disappointment damping the desire swirling in his orbs. “Of course. Forgive me, I wasn’t thinking straight.” He stood before she got the chance, returning with a cushion in hand.
“Thank you.” While she adjusted herself, Morgan returned to the chair.
“Is there anything from the past that you’ve disliked from your partners?”
With her hands in her lap, she looked up at him, finding this—beinghis—very peaceful. “Silence.” Did that even make sense?
“When you don’t get a reaction?”
“Yes, I can’t tell how I’m doing without noise.”
“I assure you I’m very vocal. What else, darlin’?”
God, her cheeks were on fire. “I’m not really experienced, but you know how in porn they’re choked—I don’t really like that.”
