RaeLynn Blue is the author of numerous tales of erotic contemporary romance and speculative romance. With an imagination that's varied and diverse, her tales explores love in all its many shades, situations and scenarios. She fell into romance stories at the ripe age of eleven and has been writing stories ever since. A humble scribbler of tales, RaeLynn is actively writing another story of lust, love, and romance.
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In the high stakes world of popular music, stardom and fame are commonplace. Superstar, Morgan Thomas, is a commodity to be bought and sold. Tyrone is her assistant, charged with making her insane life--manageable. But once Morgan goes missing, can Tyrone summon the courage to find her and take their relationship from platonic to passionate?
“Oh yes, right there! Oh yes!”
Finally, unable to withstand the pleasure any longer, Morgan burst into a blinding, breathtaking orgasm. She collapsed onto her pillows, her heart thundering in her chest, the sound of her blood furiously pumping through her ears. She didn’t hear Tony’s knocks on the door.
It was only when her blood had slowed and she began to relax that she heard him knocking.
“Coming!” she called and hastily dressed, leav-ing her shoes off.
It didn’t matter how much she masturbated, Morgan still felt empty and alone. Her fingers, her imagination, her hands just weren’t what she really wanted…Tyrone.
And lately, putting her hands on his body was all she could think about.
She opened the doors and Tony came in, carting a mountain of luggage. He pulled the cart into the room and began to unload it in the sitting room.
Once he was done, he said, “Ty said he’d be up in a minute. And if you need dinner, to call him on his cell and tell him what you want. I think he’s at the place now.”
“Thanks, Tony,” Morgan said as she walked him to the door.
As soon as the door closed, Morgan bit her lower lip. What if what I want is you on a platter, complete with chocolate pudding? Would you serve that up for me, Ty?