That Man 3 by Nelle L'Amour Read Free Book Online Page A

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     in love with my boss, there were so many doubts circling my head. Conquest Broadcasting
     didn’t forbid work relationships, but it wasn’t going to be easy. And it wouldn’t
     surprise me if one of his jealous blond bimbos like Kitty-Kat did me in. Both my career
     and my heart were at stake. I needed to know.
    “Mom, do you have any regrets?”
    She smiled wistfully. “Not one. Your father and I were meant to be. I couldn’t imagine
     life without him.” She paused and pecked my cheek. “And you, my darling, were meant
     to be ours.”
    I hugged my mom, at once excited and anxious about what the future might bring. Perhaps,
     Blake and I could find some time to talk. There was a lot to talk about.
    *
    I helped my mom serve the beautiful platter of scrambled eggs she’d made along with
     the linked sausages and a large bowl of fruit salad. Buttered toast, fresh squeezed
     orange juice, and fresh coffee were also on the breakfast menu. I was never going
     to be as good a cook or hostess as my mom. Somehow, that Martha Stewart gene had skipped
     me.
    Blake and Dad were already at the kitchen table. Both were rosy-cheeked from being
     outdoors. The color in Blake’s face made him even sexier to me. His eyes sparkled.
    “That looks delicious, Mrs. McCoy,” Blake said as my mother handed him the platter.
    My mother smiled at the compliment. “Thank you, dear. Help yourself and pass them
     around. And please call me Meg.”
    Once the other courses were on the round table, my mother and I joined them. I helped
     myself to a generous portion of everything though it was hard to eat with my beautiful
     Blake in my face.
    He ate heartily. Something I found so sexy about him. “There’s nothing like good old
     eggs and sausage for breakfast,” he commented between bites.
    So far, he’d been very well behaved. I kept waiting for him to trigger the vibrating
     egg, but maybe he’d forgotten about it. Relaxing a little, I lifted a forkful of the
     perfectly cooked eggs to my mouth. As I did, the shoulder of the oversized sweater
     I was wearing drooped down.
    My mother’s eyes widened. “Darling, what’s that red welt on your shoulder?”
    Flushing, I gulped down the eggs. I’d totally forgotten about Blake’s bite. “Um, uh,
     I think it’s a bug bite.”
    Mom’s face grew alarmed. “Oh dear Lord, I hope we don’t have bedbugs.” She gazed at
     my Dad who wore a bemused expression. “Darling, we’d better call an exterminator right
     after the holidays.”
    “I don’t think we’ll have to.”
    My father winked at me. My stomach muscles tightened. What did he and Blake talk about
     outside? Did he know?
    I shot Blake a glance, but he kept a straight poker face.
    My still concerned mother asked if he’d gotten any bites. “Not a one,” he replied
     and went back to heartily eating his breakfast. I hastily pulled my sweater up over
     my shoulder. I’d lost my appetite.
    My mom noticed I wasn’t eating. “Jen, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating more?”
    At that minute, Blake became Mr. Bad Boy. With the remote likely in his left hand
     under the table, he turned the vibrating egg on full speed. It pulsed inside my pussy.
     Holy shit! I couldn’t sit still. My eyes locked on his. He grinned at me fiendishly.
    “Jen, you really should have more of your mother’s eggs. They’re so delicious.”
    Yes, they were. Except there was another egg I was finding more delicious. The one
     buried inside me. The pulsing was driving me crazy. Taking me over the edge. I pressed
     my lips together so I wouldn’t shriek. Then I began to hum, fearful my parents would
     hear my crotch buzzing.
    “Jennifer, are sure you’re okay?” Worry laced my mother’s voice.
    “Yes, Mom. I’m just really full.” Oh was I! I was going to explode.
    My orgasm began its takeover. I jumped up from my chair “I need to use the bathroom.
     I’ll be right back.”
    On my way out of the kitchen, I shot Blake a dirty