Lena frowned. That’s a lot of typing.
Abbreviations are accepted.
Okay.
I’ll let you go first and you give me a word.
She paused a moment to think hard. She glanced around the room and smiled when she saw something on her dresser and decided not to make things easy for him. Cotton balls.
Cotton balls?
Yes.
There was a long pause and then he began typing. Picture this. You and me together, naked in bed. Like we were this afternoon.
Heat shivered through her bloodstream. Okay I got the picture.
And I take a bunch of those little cotton balls and strategically place them to cover your front. You know, that particular area between your legs. They will fit you like a perfect triangle. Then I use my mouth to remove them, one by one. The object is not to let one fall. Each time I remove one I get to lick the area where it had been.
Lena swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, tight, and her nipples felt hard against her nightgown. She couldn’t help but type and ask. What happens when they’re all gone?
Then I get to taste the entire area; nibble and lick as much as I want. Then I get to use my mouth and place them back and start the game all over again. So what do you think?
When visions of him doing that engulfed her mind, what Lena really thought was that they had to be nuts to be having this sort of conversation, especially when the most prolific and exquisite sensations flowed through her body. I think we’ve said enough for tonight.
Chicken. Where’s your twin?
Some place safe. Good night, Morgan.
Good night, Lena.
Morgan was standing at the window the next day thinking about his and Lena’s cyberspace chat of the night before when his secretary’s voice on the intercom intruded into this thoughts.
“Yes, Linda, what is it?”
“Edward Dunlap is here to see you.”
Morgan raised a brow before saying, “Please send him in.”
A few minutes later Edward walked in. He was in his late fifties, the same age as Morgan’s father. In fact, his father and the man had been business associates for years before Edward had chosen a life of politics. He had been elected as Charlotte’s first African American councilman and remained in that office for years. From there he had become a state representative and was now eying a position in Congress. In recent years he had appointed himself as Morgan’s mentor, determined to see him enter the political arena.
“Edward, this is a surprise,” Morgan said, crossing the room to shake the older man’s hand.
“Yes, and I hate to come unannounced but this meeting is important. Word has it that Roger Chadwick will be holding a press conference in a few hours to announce his candidacy. So you know what this means?”
Morgan leaned back against his desk. Yes, he knew what that meant. If he was going to announce his own intentions to run for that same seat, now was the time to finally make up his mind. “Yes, I know what it means, Edward, but there is someone I need to discuss this with.”
Edward nodded. “And that brings me to another reason I’m here. There’s a rumor floating around about you.”
Morgan lifted a brow. “What rumor?”
“That you’re thinking of getting married.”
Morgan couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. “That’s no rumor. I am getting married.”
“I think we need to discuss that, Morgan.”
“Discuss what?”
“Your choice of a wife.”
Morgan cast him a glance that nearly bordered on anger. “Excuse me?”
“I said your choice of a wife. I understand you’re thinking about marrying Lena Spears, which comes as a surprise because I wasn’t aware you were serious about anyone.”
Morgan frowned, wondering if the man assumed he had to know everything about his business, personal or otherwise. “Yes, I’ve asked Lena to marry me.”
“I’m sure you know family name, style and connections are everything.”
“To some people.”
Edward shook his head. “Don’t kid yourself. You’re a Steele about to run for office. You don’t need to consider marrying any woman who won’t be an asset to your career. Lena Spears is a nice woman, but she won’t do as a wife for you. Now, take Senator Hollis’s daughter. I understand she’s—”
“No, you take Senator Hollis’s daughter,” Morgan said, after having heard enough. “For God’s sake, Edward, this is the twenty-first century. Lena won’t be the one running for office, I will. And who I decide to marry is really no one’s business.”
“Don’t make the mistake of thinking it’s not, Morgan. I met with a few people earlier today and the rumor of your possible engagement came up. They asked that I come and meet with you to discuss it.”