Three On One (Forbidden Fantasies #78) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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Still, just because he’s not calling doesn’t mean that I can’t use my superpowers to stalk him. So I looked up Bruce Chapman on the web, and it was easy enough to locate the man. He’s a powerful businessman after all, so there was plenty of information about him on-line. Piecing together some random bits of data even helped me deduce his home address, the make and model of his car, as well as the location of his favorite coffee shop. I know this is a little over the top, but trust me, if you saw how gorgeous this guy is, you’d do the same.

As a result, it was only a matter of time before I started following Bruce around in-person. It’s no big deal, and there’s no reason to get weirded out about it because I always stayed out of sight. Besides, most of what he does is totally predictable. He heads to the gym early in the morning, and then shows up for work at 9 a.m. The man is in the Dissidence Corp. office building until seven most nights, and then he comes out and hits the gym for a second work-out before retiring to his apartment. Dinner seems to be mostly take-out, although I have observed him grocery shopping on occasion.

Even crazier, Bruce seems to work most weekends too. Now that’s what I call dedication because I wouldn’t do any job seven days a week no matter how much you paid me. But this man is a workaholic, and as a result, he often strolls into Dissidence weekend mornings to get some tasks done before meeting up with friends for dinner and drinks or occasionally heading to his favorite spa for a massage. But today, something’s different because he didn’t show up at the Gold Spa, his usual haunt. Instead, he disappeared into a new place called Rose and Lily an hour ago, and I don’t get it. Why the change in his routine? What’s different about tonight?

I blow out a breath before raising my binoculars to my eyes again. Obviously, I look like a creeper sitting in my car while casing the joint, but fortunately, this block is deserted, so no one’s around to see. I huff impatiently, waiting for Bruce to reappear as my mind whirs. What kind of name is Rose and Lily? And why would he come here? There’s nothing obvious about the physical storefront itself. We’re in a working-class neighborhood of Chicago that has a lot of brick townhomes and the occasional commercial storefront scattered in between. Rose and Lily is a plain two-story gray building with a pink sign on the front. A nondescript door leads to the interior of the space, although there are no windows on the first floor – only on the second, and those are covered with drapes. I suppose it makes sense. As a spa, you definitely want to create ambience, and a glimpse of this semi-dilapidated neighborhood could ruin it.

But then I sit up because the door to Rose and Lily has just opened, and Bruce reappears, looking refreshed and very handsome, as usual. His skin is tanned and bronze, and his chestnut hair waves off that proud forehead. Even his teeth seem whiter, somehow.

But Bruce isn’t alone as he steps out. I frown, binoculars pressed to my eyes as he turns around to thank two girls who have just come out with him. Ah ha, these must be employees of Rose and Lily. Heck, are they Rose and Lily themselves? It could be, seeing that the two women are both blonde beauties, with big smiles and blue aprons tied around their curvy bodies.

They smile while chatting with Bruce, obviously thanking him for his patronage and he presses something into their hands. But then, the incredible happens. One of the women unties the apron around her neck, allowing the front portion of the material to flop downwards, and she’s not wearing anything underneath! Holy shit! Sure enough, her big white breasts are creamy and soft in the evening light, and Bruce doesn’t seem surprised at all. Instead, the handsome man bends his head and suckles gently at a pink nipple before giving it a few long licks with the flat of his tongue.

But it doesn’t stop there, oh no. Instead, the second girl also undoes the top of her apron, and she too is bare-breasted beneath the fabric. She smiles invitingly at Bruce, and the gorgeous man doesn’t even hesitate. He moves to stand in front of her, and begins suckling on the second girl’s breast next! What the hell is going on here?!?! Do these people not realize that they’re in public right now? Do they not realize that they have a stalker following them, and that I can see everything they’re doing?

But Bruce gets even nastier then. The girls are posed right next to one another, so he takes the left boob of one, and the right boob of the other, and then presses the creamy sacks together and sucks from two nipples at once. The blondes toss their heads back, moaning with delight, before giggling while running their hands over his broad shoulders. Bruce gives their nips one last forceful suckle, before pulling off with an audible pop, and then stands upright and smiles wolfishly. I can practically see the gleam of his white teeth from here, and it doesn’t take a genius to predict what’s going to happen next.


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