Free Meet Me by Azure Boone Page B

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    Tasha : What time?
    Morgan: Can you be here at seven tonight?
    Tasha : Sounds like a date. Where do you live?
    My heart raced at this part. This answer would tell a lot about him. He’d never said and I’d never asked specifics till now.
    Morgan: 1213 Sweet Willow. Do you know where The Ranch is?
    Holy hell, The Ranch?
    Tasha : You mean that city in the middle of our city?
    Morgan: That’s the one.
    Tasha : You live there?
    Morgan: Most of the time, lol . You think you can find it?
    Tasha : No, but my GPS can.
    Morgan: That’s my brilliant wife. See you then?
    Tasha : yes
    Morgan: Dress sexy
    Tasha : Any preferences?
    Morgan: I love you in high heels, panties and bra.
    Tasha : And a trench coat?
    I snickered while desire pulsed its familiar tempo in me .
    Tasha : What color do you like?
    Morgan: I love you in every color. But tonight, wear red.
    Shit, I’d need to run to Wal-Mart for sure.
    Tasha : okay.
    Morgan: Be careful. And come hungry, I’m cooking for you.
    Oh my God, this man…
    Tasha : you’re a dream.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Damn I was a good shopper. Red lace bra and panties on sale for five bucks! Would go perfect with my red heels that I could barely walk in. I was good at faking, though.
    Hair straightened, layered and trimmed, nails prim and proper. And red. Like my toenails and my lips. Even my breath freshener matched. Red Hots . Damn I was good. I concealed the sexy ensemble with a smart suit top that was easy to unbutton , and zip up slacks. To the average person —or to my children —mommy was going to a business dinner. Something told me before this night was over with, I’d surely have plenty to write about. Although since I’d become a writer, I’d quit journaling , and instead, poured my heart out in fiction .
    I thought I’d vomit when I finally found his place. I could hardly believe it. He lived in one of those adorable slim cottages that reminded me of millionaire shotgun house .
    I rang the doorbell, admiring the tiny front porch. It was fall and he had a single chair with a scarecrow among a ton of pumpkins. Bet he went all out for Christmas too. Damn I loved that.
    The door opened and I put on what I thought was my prettiest smile. Easy going and yet sincere. Wasn’t hard to manage, I felt every bit of those things. “H i.” I flopped my hand up for a wave, my cool composure totally wrecked by Mr. dream boat in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a warm smile. “You look amazing.” Was that even appropriate to say to a man when he opens the door? Not sure, but I didn’t care.
    His eyes slowly and thoroughly devoured me. “Come in.”
    I walked into the tiny foyer and was met with the smells of Chinese food and cedar oil. “Oh wow, your house is beautiful.” House? This was hardly a house . I scanned the tiny space while Morgan locked the door. The intricate wall table holding extravagant knick knacks was a piece of wood art in itself. And holy moley , I’d never seen near h uman sized vases before. Not to mention the fancy black marble floor they sat on . I resisted the urge to whistle my awe .
    Morgan turned me around by the shoulders and pulled me into his embrace. One of those God I missed you and I never want you to leave embraces. I returned it eagerly, my hands pressing into his muscular back, while the smell of his cologne induced a trembl ing need deep inside my bones. N ot to mention the feel of his body under my now roaming hands. He pulled up. “I’d kiss you, but I’m not ready to ruin your lipstick yet .”
    I smiled. “What’s first?”
    “I’m feeding you.” He stroked his thumb on my cheek. “You’ll have to show some restraint.”
    I laughed and slid my hand under his shirt. “I’ll try.”
    His breath hitched and his abs became rock hard under my touch. “Sure we can’t consider this food?” I gazed up at him. “This is what I’m hungry for.” I boldly found his bulging cock with my other hand. “And this.” I traced a finger over the