As We Learn (Emotionally Impaired Book 1)

by Grey Huffington

“What’s good? What’s your name, love?” The caller’s deep, serenading voice startled me. “Uh… Tsuna... Tsunami.” My words staggered, but came through nevertheless. “Tsunami. That’s suave. On behalf of the niggas with no sight, thank you for downloading this app and helping us out here and there. I’m not going to take up too much of your time, but I need to know what flavor these noodles are. I got the munchies, but I’m not eating this shit if it’s not chicken or shrimp.”

here. For the night, at least. That’s what I’d like for my birthday.” “I… I don’t know. I mean, I don’t have any clothes other than the ones on my back and I’m not really sure how I actually feel about spending the night with a man I don’t even know.” “I know exactly how you feel about it, Nami. So do you. I’ve smelled your arousal since you sat down at my dinner table. Instead of seafood, I wanted to have you for dinner, but I behaved. I’m a grown ass man, made thirty-eight today.

“Whether you fuck me tonight or two months from now, I still plan on calling you every single day, blowing up your spot and popping up just to see you smile. Of course we’re strangers now, but that’s how everyone starts off. Almost, at least. I’m not asking you to marinate my dick in the lubricant that you have accumulated between those thighs over the course of dinner. I’m just asking you to stay the night with me.”

“Only if I get to wear your favorite shirt to bed.” “Done.” “And, a window is left open so that I can hear nature’s song playing in the background.” “Done. Anything else?” “And, you don’t try to come steal my goodies while I’m asleep.” “When the time comes, I won’t have to steal them, Nami. You’re going to happily hand them over. Any more requests?”

Go back to sleep, Tsunami. I encouraged, closing my eyes and squeezing my lids as tight as I could. It wasn’t until I felt a lurking presence that I opened them with curiosity. “What is it, Nami?” his voice was low, almost unbearably sexy.

“Sit down,” he instructed. Obliging, I pulled out the chair that was in front of me. “Not there.” He stopped me in my tracks and slid his own chair backward. “Here.” York pointed toward the table in front of him. “I’ve been waiting for my serving all morning.”

As he licked his lips, I moved a bit closer to where he sat. “Up on the table, Nami. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen what you’re about and I’m about that shit too. Open up. Feed me.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I situated myself on the table behind me, opened my legs and allowed access to my holy grail. It was bald without panties, just the way he’d left it. The only major difference was the washing it had this morning after I rose. “Good girl,” he commended before pulling his chair up.