Blurred Lines

By Ni'cola

Celebrating the launch of her new company, Solange felt as if she had conquered the world. She had a wonderful marriage, beautiful daughter, and now a striving business. That was until she met the smooth talking Gabriel, owner of the IT support firm she hired for her IT needs. Solange began to feel something that she hadn't felt in a very long time...wanting. After many late night conversations confiding in this complete stranger, Solange started to look at her "happy" marriage and seeing it for what it really was...complacency. Falling under Gabriel's trance, Solange began doing things that she has never done before. With her blurred vision, Solange finds herself lost in a bed of deceit and lies. She is so caught up that she doesn't see that Gabriel is sabotaging her life and convincing her that he is the man for her, not mater who gets hurt. Even if its losing her loving daughter behind this deadly mistake. From the Pen of Ni'cola comes a story of desire, sex, lust, and the ultimate betrayal. This story will make 50 Shades look like a Disney story. Will Solange begin to see clearly, or will she continue to fall under Gabriel's spell filled with Blurred Lines?

• Language: English
• Publisher: NCM Publishing
• Release date: Apr 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370520725

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is pure and entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Ni’cola Mitchell at Smashwords

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ISBN: 978-1543229400

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Blurred Lines

Written by: Ni’cola Mitchell

Edited by: Keyoka Kinzy

Text Formation: Write On Promotions

Cover Design and Layout: Vintage Media Solutions

Printed in the United States of America

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to all the ones that are using social media to fall in love

Be Careful

In loving Memory of

My Mother Cherry Reynolds

& My son Chance VaShawn

Prologue

Solange, come lock the door. I still can’t find my keys, so I am taking the spare, Mario called out to me from the garage.

I kept telling him that he was being paranoid, but right now, I did not have the energy to remind him that nothing was going to happen.

Okay, baby. Here I come right now.

Once I heard the garage door close, I leaned over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

I placed my fingertip on the screen to unlock it and quickly opened my text messages. I’ve never had to lock my phone before, but Mario would go crazy if he found any of the exchanges that Gabriel and I shared.

I was supposed to text Gabriel once I was on the train, but Mario kept me on the phone, telling me how much he missed me already. I hated making Gabriel wait, but I had no choice. When it came to Gabriel and the way he made me feel, I didn’t have any control anymore.

A sudden volt of energy shot through my body all the way down to my sacred spot. Even though I have read this exchange over and over again, I had no control of the way that my body reacted to this. Gabriel had a hold over me, and I didn’t know how nor did I want to have it go away.

"Hey peaches… lemme taste it he said.You can always taste it, I told him. It’s yours."

After the first episode, let’s stop and write down the exact feeling we’re having at that moment, then get back in the bed."

"I like that idea."

"Then, what are we going to do with it? Fold ‘em up and read them later on Sunday when we are away from each other?"

"Awe!!!! Baby… I love it. Yes… Let’s do it."

I closed my eyes and ran my fingers around the outlines of my breast. My nipples hardened on impact. I traced my fingertips across my body in the same motions that Gabriel did. The more I stroked and caressed, the wetter I could feel my treasure box swelling underneath my fingertips.

Sliding my legs apart, I imagined him straddling my body for the first time. His piercing green eyes kept me in a trance, never breaking contact. A slight playful smile crept up his lips. I wanted to ask him what was he thinking, but the intensity of his glare was so strong that I didn't want to disturb it.

Arching my back, a low moan escaped my throat. I wanted him to enter me, but instead, he was like the song the 90’s R&B singer, Case, sang about, touching and teasing me. I knew from the way that his tool almost touched his belly button on video that he passed my size requirements, but I needed to know if he knew what to do with it.

I reached down to try to touch his throbbing instrument.

Pushing my hand away, Gabriel shook his head.

No, baby, I just want you to relax. You're always working. This time, I want to take control.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. I couldn't believe that I was risking my family, lifestyle, hell, my freedom behind words and video conversations that I shared with him, never once meeting in person before this day. To allow this man to have so much mind control over me was crazy. I knew this, but at this very moment, I didn’t care.

I loved my husband, but at that very moment, I was lost in everything that this man was giving me. I wanted him to experience my femininity. Gabriel continue to go at his slow pace, touching and stroking and licking my body over and over again.

Baby, can you put your dick inside of me until it reaches my stomach?

Like a kid in the candy store, I was excited to finally experience him. I spread my legs wide open as if I was a gymnast, damn near into a split.

My breathing grew heavy reminiscing about the feeling that ran through my body as he entered me.

Running my fingertips down to my clit, I rubbed it until it began to swell.

I sucked in a deep breath as I felt my fingers being pushed to the side.

Wait! Did Mario come back? I didn’t hear the garage open!

My eyes flashed open, but what I saw made me think that I was still dreaming. Towering over me with nothing on, but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, was Gabriel. The sight of him ignited my entire body, but shot fear through me at the same time.

How the hell did he find my home? Where did he come from? Why is he here?

I could hear the beating of my heart in my ears and throughout my body. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, while my breathing intensified.

Opening my mouth, I was about to speak, Gabriel quickly leaned down and buried his tongue into it. I knew that I should be trying to get him out of my house, but my body was not responding to the orders that my brain was yelling.

My hands betrayed me as I ran my fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. I welcomed him spreading my legs, and wrapping them around his waist.

A low groan, escaped my throat. Gabriel ran his fingers down the length of my pussy, and in a swift motion, guided his penis into me. The sudden penetration gave me so much pain and delight at the same time. Over and over, he thrusted his hips inside.

My body didn’t know how to take it. My mind was telling me no, but my body was screaming yes.

Just a couple more strokes, I told myself. I was lost in the moment, but quickly jumped out of it the moment I heard the garage door open.

Mario!

I tried to push Gabriel off of me, but the sound just seemed to excite him more. A slick smile crept across his lips as he continued to pound himself in and out of me. The look in his eyes told a story that he did not care if my husband caught us like this. In fact, part of me was starting to believe that being caught was what he wanted.

Damn I should have locked that door! I thought to myself. Mario is going to kill us.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I tried to get him off of me