Blushing Violet by Blushing Violet [EC Exotica] (mobi)

to adjust to the dim interior light of the limo, which suddenly seemed bright after the darkness of the makeshift blindfold. Morgan tucked himself back into his pants and gave her a grin that was as wicked as any she had ever seen. Before putting on his shirt, he helped her back into her dress, giving each of her sore nipples a gentle kiss before sliding the chiffon back up in place.
    They settled back into the seat and Morgan pulled her onto his lap with a content sound. They were almost back to the mall where her car was parked and she marveled at how wrapped up in him she had been. While they were having sex, time became irrelevant.
    He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Would you like to come home with me tonight? I can’t promise that I don’t snore, but I can say that I make the best waffles this side of the Mississippi.”
    She sighed and played with the small portion of his chest showing between the edges of his shirt. “I can’t. I have to go antiquing with my Aunt Penelope in the morning. If I don’t show up she’ll think I hate her and write me out of the will.”
    “Seriously?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Aunt Penelope has her lawyer on speed dial. I don’t want to take the chance of my sister getting her vast collection of Elvis refrigerator magnets and Lawrence Welk records instead of me.”
    “When can I see you again?”
    She turned her face against his chest so he wouldn’t see her pleased smile. “I get my work schedule for next week tomorrow. I’ll email you and let you know.”
    The limo slid to a smooth stop and the voice of the chauffer sounded from the intercom. “Sir, what level is the lady’s car on?”
    Morgan looked at her and she said, “Level three. It’s a white Cavalier with a couple bumper stickers on the back.”
    He relayed her instructions to the driver and she shifted off his lap. In the back of the limo she felt as if she were in another world, one of luxury and incredible mind-blowing sex. She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to stand out beneath the harsh glare of the florescent lighting that always made her skin look like pale, freckle-covered cheese. She grabbed her purse from the other side of the limo and dug through until she found her keys.
    The limo stopped before her car and the driver opened the door for her with a polite smile. Scooting across the seat, she paused and felt the heat of a blush burning her cheeks. Morgan raised his eyebrows and she whispered, “Where are my panties?”
    He chuckled. “In my pocket.” His lips brushed her ear as he leaned forward and said in a low voice, “I’m going to wrap them around my cock tonight when I think about you and jerk off.”
    “Oh,” she said in a soft sigh as the carnal image seared itself into her brain. She stumbled out of the car and the driver went back inside after a nod from Morgan.
    They stood facing each other and she sighed in despair. He looked just as good in florescent lighting as he did anywhere else.
    He lifted her chin with his finger and examined her face. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded. “Yeah. I was just thinking how unfair it was that you look like some Greek sex god come to Earth to give women multiple orgasms while I look like sick cheese in this lighting.”
    He blinked at her. “Greek sex god?”
    She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. He was so easy to be around that she had talked to him like she would talk to her friends, not like the amazingly handsome date that he was.
    As she berated herself for being the antithesis of smooth, he pulled her hands away from her face and kissed her palms. “I would love to role-play a virgin sacrifice with you sometime. I would get to be the god that needs to be pleased and you would be my delicious plaything.”
    She swallowed and stared up at him. “Okay.”
    Soft and firm, his lips brushed across hers in a kiss that sent a quick bolt of heat through her body. “Good night, my Violet. I look forward to hearing from