Page 68 of Naughty Nelle

“I’m not going to answer that question.” I spat the words at him. The truth: I wasn’t sure. He was the only man I’d ever been with. His dick was smallish. He came quickly, and I’d never had an orgasm with him. He was nothing like the men in those erotic romance novels I’d read. But I knew they were just fiction. Men like Christian Grey and Gideon Cross didn’t exist in real life.

Blake grinned smugly. “You did answer it. But as my dad always says, good is the enemy of better.”

He was having a very uncomfortable effect on me. As I pondered his words, my heart beat rapidly, and I felt flutters rise between my legs.

“Come over here, tiger.” He signaled with his index finger for me to lean into him. With my lips slightly parted, I did as he asked.

“You have some egg on your mouth.”

“Oh.” I flushed with embarrassment. Before I could flick it off, his long forefinger made contact with my face and languidly traced my lips before brushing it off. My flesh tingled all over from his tender touch. My eyes never left him as he sucked the bit of egg off his fingertip. A satisfied smile spread across his face.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have very kissable lips, Ms. McCoy?”

I jolted with shock. A heat stroke was a very real possibility. “No,” I croaked, my voice just above a whisper.

“Well, I’m telling you.”

With that and the check, breakfast with my boss came to an end.

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