Meg's Moment
Amy Johnson
Language: English
Pages: 272
ISBN: B005R4NEUC
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Megan Malone is a bored housewife determined to put passion back into her marriage. When she discovers that her husband, Ted, is a lying cheating scumbag, she decides to dump him and have a wild night with one of the hotties from her high school days. She enlists the help of her eclectic group of friends and a down in the dumps Private Investigator, Jack Weston, who coincidentally is investigating her husband and his girlfriend. She hires Jack to locate these hotties so she can put some passion back into her boring monotonous life. But Jack has other plans. Megan snubbed him back in high school and he wants revenge. Megan finds herself in a hot mess of passion, love and murder. Now its left up to Jack to try to prove her innocent. Has Megan finally gotten herself into a mess she can't get out of?
was married to…what’s his name? Oh yeah, Ted. She was a horrible wife. Give her an orgasm, a blow to the head, and a muscled hunk shirtless in her kitchen and she couldn’t even remember her husband’s name. If she wasn’t going to hell already she just got a first class ticket. The sound of the front door closing drew her out of her thoughts and she half expected it to be the grim reaper. It was Ted. Close enough. She heard him drop the keys on the coffee table and head downstairs to the
said. “Or if he” –referring to Tom- “wants to press charges.” After one last searching look he walked down the steps, through the yard, and to his car. Megan breathed a sigh of relief and headed inside to deal with Tom and Josie. Tom, bless his heart, had been a sweetheart about the whole thing. Megan offered him Jack’s card in case he wanted to contact the authorities, but he declined saying he could see Jack’s point. He asked Megan to come back to the gym and she declined. He then asked her to
“Wait!” he said, and Megan frowned and opened the door about an inch for him. “Two minutes Ted, then I’m slamming this door.” “Ok,” he sighed. “Tiffany is over. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just…we just…and she was so…” He locked eyes with Jack. “Who’s he?” “Jack. Now you’re wasting time here, Ted. Spit it out.” Megan said impatiently. “I called Tiffany in the hospital and told her it was over. That’s done.” Megan could have cared less. “So call her back. You’re homeless now. You can
guy?” “Absolutely.” He brought the cue forward at the same time Megan threw her black, silk thong panties on the table and he faltered causing the cue to tear the felt on the table. “Hey, that’s not fair,” he protested with little commitment. She chalked her cue. “All’s fair in love and war, babe,” she said before she lined up the twelve ball and sank it. Jack stood frozen leaning on the table staring at her panties. She walked up behind him, put her lips to his ear and said “I get one
adrenaline of her release and he felt tears sting his own eyes, his heart swell with pride and contentment. She smiled and released a lazy sigh of pleasure. “I never dreamed I could feel this good,” she said. “so happy, so satisfied, so…full. I love the way you love me, Jack. Promise me you’ll never stop.” He didn’t intend to. Hearing those words, along with the lump in his throat and the feel of him inside her, her body clamping down on him, he thrust three more times before he couldn’t hold