Sweetheart – The Morgans of New York Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“Marc Vineto?”

My brow scrunches. “That’s him. How do you know Marc?”

Her top teeth rake over her bottom lip. Her gaze drops to the floor. “Denia mentioned him when I was visiting her one day. She said they’d known each other for a long time. He started in sales, right?”

“I thought I was the one with the great memory.” I laugh. “You’ve been holding out on me, sweetheart.”

Her eyes light up. “I’m ready for a burger if you are, and when we get back, we can focus on that list of yours.”

I inch her chin up with my fingertip. “The one that starts with my face buried between your thighs?”

She nods.

“Eat fast, Sin. I’m starving too, but I’m looking at the only thing I’m craving tonight.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Sinclair

“Can a person die from this?” My voice comes out as a strangled whisper, tainted with both need and pain. The need is from the desire to make him stop. The pain is from a place deep within me that is aching for more.

“Die from being eaten out?” He chuckles in a low growl before he drags the tip of his tongue over my already swollen clit.

“Yes,” I moan. “It can happen, I think. Death from too much pleasure.”

“Let’s test the concept.” Those words fall from his lips before he sucks my clit between his lips again.

My back bows. “Jameson!”

A series of raw sounding growls escapes him. I swear the man is enjoying this as much as I am, and that’s hard to fathom.

“You. Need. To. Stop.” I somehow manage to find a voice to convey that to him.

“When I’m done,” he says, glancing up at me.

He reaches to squeeze one of my breasts.

I close my eyes because seeing his large hand on my tit and his face between my legs is pushing me to the edge. That will be my third or is it my fourth orgasm, since we got home from dinner?

I cry out when he slides a finger into me because it’s all too much.

“Like that,” he coaxes as he laps his tongue against me. “Just like that.”

I come hard. His hair is knotted in my hand as I grind against his mouth in search of even more.

He stays with me, never losing contact with my flesh, and as I ride one wave into the next, I whisper his name over and over again.

“You want me in that shower with you,” Jameson says from somewhere beyond the glass shower doors.

The bathroom attached to my bedroom is filled with steam.

It makes sense since I scurried in here after he ate me out in my bed. He told me to hurry back so he could fuck me, but I wanted time to find my feet again, so I turned on the water and got into the shower.

“Do I?” I call back into the steam.

“Repeat that but switch the word order, Sin.”

I laugh. “I do.”

“Thank you for the invitation,” he says as the door flies open, and he steps in.

My gaze immediately drops to his cock. “You’re hard.”

His left hand circles it for a quick stroke. “I was waiting in the bed for you.”

I push a bottle of body wash at him. “I needed a minute to catch my breath after what you did.”

“After I made you come?” He plays dumb by tilting his chin up. “It was the best you’ve had, right?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

A loud laugh flows out of him. “I’m not an asshole. I’m an incredible lover, Sinclair.”

He is, but what I felt in the bed was so much more than just the sex.

I felt vulnerable and exposed. I felt closer to him than I ever have before.

He squirts some body wash into his hand before shoving the bottle back at me. “I’ll wash you.”

I step back. “With your magic fingers?”

He moves closer. “I want to feel you come on my hand.”

I retreat more until my back hits the shower wall. “You can fuck me when we go back to bed. Isn’t that what you really want?”

“I want both.” He rubs the body wash on his palms. “I’ll touch you here and fuck you in bed.”

My gaze falls to his cock. “I can blow you.”

One of his hands lands on my stomach. He slides it over my skin toward the spot between my breasts. “I have waited for years to touch you. I craved the sound of your voice when you come. I imagined so many times what you look like when you’re in the middle of an orgasm. Don’t deny me that.”

I laugh. “You know just what to say, don’t you?”

His expression stays stoic. “I’m serious, Sinclair. I want your pleasure more than mine. Hell, if you’d let me eat you for the rest of the night, I wouldn’t come up for air. If I could finger your pussy for hours, it still wouldn’t be enough for me.”


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