He groaned. “Are you telling me you have a porn stash?”
“Maybe.”
“You couldn’t be more perfect if I’d made you myself.”
“Thought you didn’t like my wiseass mouth?”
“Your wiseass mouth makes me hard, and later I’m going to fuck that mouth. You’re right, I don’t know where the damn hardware store is, but I’m resourceful, and I’m sure I can find something to secure your arms and legs while I have at it.”
He was only teasing, but listening to him talk about tying me up had me aroused, and Graham saw it on my face. “Fuck, Soraya.”
“Yes. Please.”
That was all he needed. It wasn’t until hours later that I finally learned what was inside the bag—the lingerie he had bought at Bergdorf’s the afternoon he went to pay for my dress for the gala. I didn’t get to wear it that night, but I did get a promise from Graham that the drawer would be filled with more interesting things for my next snooping session.
The next morning, I woke to a fully dressed Graham stroking my cheek. My eyes fluttered open. “Hey. Did I oversleep?”
“No. I’m early. I have a busy day and wanted to get an early start.”
I stretched my arms up over my head, causing the sheet to slip down and expose my bare breasts. The morning chill made my nipples instantly hard.
“Don’t do that. I’ll never leave.” Graham rubbed two fingers over one of the stiff peaks.
“Mmm…”
“Soraya…” he warned.
“What? That feels good. Don’t touch it if you don’t want my reaction.”
He shook his head. “Will you stay with me tonight again? I’m going to be late, but I’d love to come home to this beautiful sight in my bed.”
“You have to work late?” I looked out the bedroom window. “It’s not even light yet, and you’re already planning on working until after it’s dark.”
“No. I need to go by the wake tonight. There’s a session from seven to nine this evening, so I’ll probably stay at the office until then.”
“Oh.”
“Will you be here when I come home?”
“Why don’t I go with you tonight? To the funeral parlor. You shouldn’t have to do it alone. I can’t imagine it will be pleasant, your ex-best friend whose company you were trying to buy and his grieving wife who also happens to be your ex-girlfriend. You could use some company.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course. Although it seems to be a thing for me lately. Funerals and dates.”
Graham chuckled and kissed me gently. “I’ll pick you up at 6:30. And thank you.”
After he left, I lay in bed for a little while before getting up. I couldn’t stop thinking…tonight was going to be interesting.
CHAPTER 14
GRAHAM
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WORKING instead of fucking around. My desk was piled with stacks of documents, there were, at least, a hundred emails in my inbox that I needed to respond to, and here I was writing to a sixty-year-old advice columnist again.
Dear Ida,
The woman I’ve been seeing has recently expressed an interest in being tied up. I was wondering if you could provide some guidance for a first-time bondage novice. Would rope be a good investment? Or do you suggest something along the lines of fur-lined handcuffs? Perhaps some silk ties that are less likely to leave marks on her wrists? I should note that I plan to bury my face in her tight little cunt, so there will be a good deal of tugging on the restraints while she is writhing on the bed from multiple orgasms.
-Fifty Shades of Morgan, Manhattan
It only took twenty minutes for a response to appear in my inbox. I had expected a lengthy response full of her usual sarcasm. I should have known better than to think I could anticipate anything to do with Soraya Venedetta.
Dear Fifty,
Might I suggest checking your partner’s bedside nightstand? Perhaps since this woman you’re seeing expressed an interest, she went shopping after lunch for some supplies.
This woman was going to be the death of me; I just knew it.
An hour later, my secretary buzzed in through the intercom. “Mr. Morgan? You have a phone call on line three.”
“Didn’t I ask not to be interrupted?”
“Yes. But they said it was urgent.”
“Who is it, and what do they want?”
“Umm. I didn’t ask.”
“Listen…” What the hell was her name? Ellen? God damn it. “The bulk of your job is to screen phone calls, am I correct?”
“Yes.”
“And would you consider interrupting me when I’ve asked not to be interrupted, without having the name of the caller, doing your job correctly?”