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.The caress of hishands and the thrust of his hips created a dangerous combination.Withinseconds, Trace had me wailing loudly and hanging on for dear life.Hisswollen mast was a power drill of sensual pleasure, and I flailed against theecstasy.Pushing my hips with a saucy stride, Trace groaned, and his ruddylips trembled with desire.Suddenly, he ceased all movement, flipped me over, then placed me uponhis waiting shaft.While caressing my hips, he slammed my body against his.This fiery combustion released my juices.They flooded his powerful mast.He sampled my slippery goods, then circled it between his fingers.Feelingthe slickness of my cream was like an aphrodisiac.It always drove him overthe edge.While pushing the boundaries of ecstasy, Trace called out,  Gowith me, Kitten. He panted, thrashing his head. Go.With.Me.Kitten gowith.As usual, I was already on my way.Powerful contractions massaged hisrod while stealing my breath.Trace gave up the last of his stream with jerkingmovements.Then sweating and out of breath, he smiled. Our futuretogether looks bright.48Taboo Empress LaBlaQueChapter FifteenDuring the next few weeks, Trace became adamant that I meet his mom.As it stood, I was in no hurry.I loved Trace so much, it would break myheart if she didn t accept me.Although Trace tried to assure me that thingswould be okay, something just didn t feel right.He asked if I d cook dinner athis apartment while he picked up his mom at the airport.This was fine withme, as I loved to cook anyway.Saturday morning I arrived early, prepared to clean up Trace s messyapartment.Much to my surprise, he had already erased that chore.I neverliked cooking in anyone s kitchen but my own.Under the circumstances, hismeager seasonings would have to do.Because I had cooked the dressing atmy house, I placed it in a plastic container and brought it along.The roastedchicken was marinating in its own juices.Green beans and buttery mashedpotatoes were always fine for any occasion.By four o clock I heard Trace s voice as he walked down the hallway.There was a casual exchange of conversation, with a female voice taking thelead.Rushing toward the mirror, I fixed my makeup, checked my dress, thentook a deep breath.Simultaneously, Trace placed his key in the door.Assoon as the door opened, his mother stood before me.She was a frail womanwith thinning brunette hair.Her skin was sun-deprived and did not appearhealthy.Because she had large blue eyes, I surmised Trace had his father sfeatures.With hand extended, I walked toward her.However, I was caught offguard by the sound of a male s voice behind her.Standing in the hallway wasa medium build black man.He carried luggage in each hand.Trace steppedbetween my hand and his mother s unfriendly gaze. Mom.This.isNandi. As if proudly displaying his favorite toy, he pushed me directly intoher face.Trace s mother seemed pleasant enough, but she appeared agitated. Nancy. She nodded. It s good to finally meet you. She gave me ahaphazard hug, then strutted past. Where s the bedroom? she asked,walking as if she already knew.Trace drew his shoulders tight, picked up her luggage, then walkedtoward his bedroom.Suddenly, he froze.Turning slowly toward the openeddoor he said,  Come inside, Norman.Make yourself at home.Norman walked cautiously into the apartment.He placed the luggage bythe sofa and sat down.I reached out to shake his hand. Hi, I m Nandi.Norman stood up and extended his hand. I m Norman Walker. He satdown again and anxiously scratched his head. Got anything to drink?49Taboo Empress LaBlaQueAs soon as Norman s request sank in, my heart started to race. I m sosorry, Norman.Sure, you can have a drink.What would you like?An uneasy smile curled his lips, and he wrung his large hands. A sodawould do nicely, thank you. His hooded eyes appeared troubled.On the way to the kitchen as I walked past the bedroom door, I couldhear Trace arguing loudly with his mother.After giving Norman the soda,my curiosity got the best of me.I couldn t help but to peek inside thebedroom.Of course, their argument was none of my business, but somehowI felt I could help.After knocking on the door, I slowly twisted the doorknob then peeredinside.Just as soon as Trace saw me, he called me to his side. Great.Nandi,come here. He was seated on the bed and patted the space beside him. Ineed your professional opinion.Trace s mother was standing beside the bed.She gritted her teeth as shetossed clothes out of her suitcase. It s a family matter, she warned.Trace reached for his mother s arm and scowled. Nandi is my family.Ihave no secrets from her.To appease Trace, I timidly eased into the door, and sat down on thebed. What s wrong? I asked softly, stroking his tight shoulders.With narrowed eyes Trace explained his concerns. Mother is planning tomarry Norman.Cocking my head to one side I asked,  Why is that a bad thing?He gawked at his mother. Tell her why, Mom.His mother slammed her suitcase closed and folded her arms. If youmust know, Trace doesn t want us to get married.I placed my hands in my lap. Well, Mrs.Wynn, why don t you explainthe pros and cons of your relationship with Norman?Trace threw up his hands and interrupted,  Never mind.I can make thisshort and sweet. He held up two fingers. Number one, he doesn t have ajob, so he can t support you.Are you two still living together?Mrs.Wynn rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. Yes, Trace. Number two, he s an alcoholic. He folded his arms and shook hishead. That s a doomed relationship.Mrs.Wynn was furious when she raised a finger in front of Trace s face. Now you listen to me.Norman doesn t hit me like your father did. Mom, he stated, in an aggravated tone,  let s be realistic. He watchedthe bitterness in her eyes as she presented her case. Let s discuss the real reason you don t like Norman, Trace HamiltonWynn.It s simply because he s black.50Taboo Empress LaBlaQueTrace stood up.He addressed his mother boldly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]