Chapter 72

Patty was roused from her slumber by a titillating sensation on her hard nipples. She felt lips on the curve of her breast. She stirred as she slowly opened her eyes.

Goldman was lightly kissing her breasts. His thumbs were grazing her nipples. Her womanhood was warm and moist because of his applications. His erection grazed her inner thigh.

She lightly exhaled.

“Morning, Patty Cake,” he mumbled against her tit. “How’d you sleep?”

“Wonderful,” she breathed. She wished she could wake up like this every morning. What a sensual wake-up call. “You?”

“Great,” he groaned and lightly bit the curve of her breast.

She smiled and turned her head. The fire was still going in the gas fireplace. The morning light was trying to shine in from the curtains. The jazz music wasn’t playing anymore. “What time is it?”

He raised his head to look at her. “Does it really matter?” he asked in a deep tone. His eyes were full of mischief and promise.

“I guess not,” Patty said as a smile slowly spread across