Sweet Love, Sweet Pleasures #2

By Erica Storm

John Greenleaf starts off his relationship with Jackie as a lie. He wants to tell Jackie that he’s a billionaire, he wants to tell Jackie that his name isn’t Gordon, but things appear to be great between the two, so why mess up a good thing with the truth. That is until his football buddy, LaShawn, informs him that Jackie may not be a woman after all. And he should get out of that relationship before everyone finds out he’s dating a man.

Jackie Hunt dislikes LaShawn, Emily’s boyfriend, because he thinks he’s god’s gift to women, and he thinks that any woman who comes into contact with him, should fall for him, which Jackie doesn’t do. LaShawn’s arrogance pisses Jackie off. Her response is to tell him a lie when she says, “You wouldn’t know a woman, if one dropped down from the sky and fell on your face. I’m a man you fool.”
Will John confront Jackie about the rumors of her being a man, or will he enjoy the sweet love she’s giving him and try to adjust to the fact that she maybe a man?
Will Jackie tell John the truth or will she sit back and give him the full treatment to test him?
This is a three part series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Feb 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310005893

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Chapter 1: John

I couldn’t wait until the next time I talked to Jackie. She had me in one night, lock, stock, and full of need. I want her sweet body. We fit nicely together. She took me with her sweet love and I felt like I was seventeen when I lay over her and entered her body. I can’t break away if I want to. And I don’t want to. Not now, not forever. I found myself thinking about her day and night and smiling. What is it about her that made me forget other women? She rode me hard. I can feel her now, see her when I close my eyes, and it’s a ride of a lifetime?

What is it about Jackie that gives me an erection when I say her name; when I see her face; when I remember that firm brown body of hers? My manhood is twitching remembering our night together.

I want to see her again. I have to see her. I pose a question to myself because I don’t understand just what is happening to me. Do any of us know what makes a man or woman want one woman and not the next woman or a man? If anyone discovers that, it would be the next thing to a breakout discovery, and they should bottle it. But for now, it evades me and no one seems to have an answer.

It can’t be just the amazing magnetism of her full breasts and full hips? It must be that beautiful honey colored face of hers and her full pouty lips. Just thinking about her is making me harder than I’ve ever been before.

I’d better think about something else before I’m masturbating and ruining the orgasm I’m planning.  

I couldn’t wait until she’s off from work. Pacing around, glancing at the clock, I decide to call her. I’ve tried to get my state of mind in check. I can’t act like a teenager. Get yourself under control for fuck sake, John. You just met this woman and she thinks you’re someone else. Fucking Gordon somebody. Why would I choose a name like that? First thing I could think of under the circumstance, my mind answers. You can’t have a relationship built on lies. I try to tell myself.

But I justify one lie and lying won out. I reach for my phone and get a connection and she answers.

Jackie.

Gordon? How did you get my number? I’m working now. She’s whispering into the phone. She doesn’t wait for an answer. It’s great hearing from you. Well I’m glad she wanted me to call. I was afraid that it would be a one way affair and I could be hanging around her and stalking her which wouldn’t be cool for a twenty something man. Or for anyone for that matter.

Can you talk? I ask her. I mean can you take time and talk to me? I like hearing her voice. It’s smooth and soft. She’s relaxed and not uptight like some of the