Merriment in the Museum - Book One in the Rock My Socks Off Trilogy Read Free

the fragrant, liquid gift of her ecstasy. His ears, cuddled by her flesh, might have been insensible to her vocal passion, had she not been shrieking so loudly with pleasure.
    Shortly after it finished singing its wild screams, her mouth became the warmest, wettest thing he could remember ever touching him down there. He came almost instantly, a melting Popsicle.
    ‘I never told you why I’m in San Francisco.’
    ‘Tell me why you’re in San Francisco,’ Jacob suggested.
    ‘I’m doing research at Hauser University. Actually, you probably could have guessed this, from the fact that I, for example, am an astronomer, and Hauser University, for example, has a big observatory. Got me an associate professorship there, though it won’t last. Loves me some seminars. Rock on.’ Normandie, after plenty of wine, plenty of oral sex, and only five hours of sleep, was trying out Harlan’s treadmill on a setting so high it fatigued Jacob just to know it existed.
    ‘Are you sure you’re old enough to have a job?’ he teased.
    ‘Thirty-one next April, gramps.’
    He adored her for being funny first thing in the morning. How could she be his contemporary, thirty-four-year-old Jacob wondered, and yet be so full of an almost juvenile vitality? Already he knew that if he saw more of Normandie, he would be hopelessly taken with her. And he intended to prove that.
    He sipped coffee and admired the focussed, dynamic energy of her perspiration-radiant body. She was working out in a minimalist get-up of bra and panties – panties that Jacob knew were fragrant from last night – and he watched the special sweat mark develop on her crotch.
    When she relaxed and stepped off the treadmill, he was ready for her, and it was the work of a moment to slip her panties down and begin the job of kissing from the small of her back on to and all over her glistening ass. Finding a vigour he didn’t know he had, he actually carried her to the bedroom, with her panties halfway down her legs. She was kissing his ear as they travelled.
    He was now glad that they hadn’t, per se, fucked before falling asleep last night, sated with cunnilingus and fellatio. It felt more meaningful to be depositing her on the bed for a sweaty morning shag, with coffee rather than wine in their veins, with sunlight rolling in through the generous windows in Harlan’s condo, saying this is the morning after, this is daylight, this is reality .
    The wetness in her crotch was more than just perspiration. Jacob slid into her easily, and they fucked with all the passion and hunger that they’d saved from last night. Normandie, setting the rhythm and the pace, rocked and writhed as if she couldn’t get enough fast enough, and Jacob almost had trouble keeping up with her. She jammed her own fingers between them to make sure her hot spot was in the loop, and the slippery, ticklish sensations soon overwhelmed them both. They exploded together in a reckless, sweaty lushness that left them incapable of anything but a shower.
    A shower and a piss. Normandie spread her legs naturally and unabashedly on the seat, avoiding both a posture of modesty and one of display. She chattered casually about her plans for the day, and her eyes met Jacob’s with post-coital warmth. Though limpness for the moment prevailed, his cock hardened just a little as he watched the water hiss out of her.
    ‘You know, I didn’t come to San Francisco to fall in love,’ Jacob confessed between mouthfuls of multigrain sandwich.
    ‘I remember, Prince Charming. You came here to get laid. And, unless it was all a vivid and wonderful dream, I believe that goal has been attained.’
    He winced. ‘Yeah, well, I think I got a bonus. A big bonus.’
    Normandie toyed with the crumbled blue cheese on her salad.
    ‘What do you think of that?’ Jacob was asking.
    ‘Needs more dressing,’ said Normandie.
    He laughed indulgently. ‘OK, we don’t have to talk about this. It’s only my heart, after