Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 40

“Put your things in there. It’s the guest room.” He eyes the holdall she is carrying. “Is that all you have?”

“Yes. Max had them pick up some of my things, but I couldn’t carry much from the hotel.”

“Give me your keys and your address. Tell me what you want. Make a list. I’ll pick it up for you.”

She jots down…

… For the long term…

… Never going back…

… Clothes and personal items, a box she keeps containing bank books, tax records and similar, her client records and diaries, a few precious books. A cookie jar she uses for handy cash.

Frank scans the list. “Sure that’s all?”

“It’s fine. I won’t stay with you longer than I have to.”

*****

“I’ve brought back what I could, Mitch, but I couldn’t find all of it.” Frank dumps a suitcase containing clothes by the bed, then another. Your books are still in the car, but I couldn’t put hands on those records you were talking about. Or the cash.”

Wide-eyed, she chews a lip. “But… but they must be there…”

“Weren’t. I looked high and low. They’re not in there.”

She looks at her feet. “The police must have taken them.” She swipes a hand through her hair. “Never mind. I’ll go to the bank. Draw out some cash.”

“There’s one just down the road. I’ll drive you.”

*****

“What do you mean? I can’t have it? It’s my money. That’s my ID there…” Mitch pushes her driving licence under the counter at the teller.

“I’m sorry madam, but the account is locked. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Let me talk to the manager.”

“I’ll see if he’s available, but these matters are handled by headquarters.”

*****

“Any luck?” Frank pushes a mug to her. “It’s peppermint tea. I know you like it. I got some in for you.”

“Thank you.” Subdued, she sips. “No. No luck. All they would say is that my account is frozen.” She raises liquid green eyes. “What am I going to do? I’ve no money…”

He sits by her, lays a hand on her thigh. “You’ll get it back when it goes through the courts, Mitch.”

“Frank, don’t you see? I don’t dare do that. Someone is trying to frame me. Someone has framed me. Someone with police connections. My lawyer’s already been murdered. What kind of people d’you think these are?”

His voice is flippant. “You can earn more money, Mitch.”

He doesn’t believe her…

Not really…

Not deep down…

“How? I can't show my face. Frank, I’ve got to get away from here.” Pressing fingers to her forehead, “Christ, I’m painted into a corner. I’ve no money. I can’t work. If I moved away, I’ve nothing for a down-payment on a new place…”

“Hey, Mitch. Calm down.” He tightens his hold on the thigh. “You’ve got me. Stay as long as you want.”

“Frank, I can’t pay rent or housekeeping or anything…”

He smacks a kiss onto her forehead. “Don’t worry about that. There’s more than one way of paying rent isn’t there?” She turns to meet him full in the face. “And besides…” He waggles a finger at the silver butterfly hanging around her neck. “… You’re still wearing it. So, Larry or no Larry, you must like me, eh?” He slips an arm right around her, curving around spine and ribs to settle on a breast, giving it a squeeze. “What d’you say?”

What choice does she have?

Slumping, eyes brimming, Mitch turns to look the other way. Slowly, and for the first time in her life, feeling like a whore, “Alright, Frank. I’ll stay.”

*****

 

James

Rain lashes sideways onto the windows.

Roll on Spring.

Is this blasted weather never going to end?

But I’m warm and comfortable; naked next to my dozing Jade-Eyes, her body heat percolating to me. And beyond her…

Where’s Michael?

Got up early…?

glass and the lashing

Sleet?

get

Much better here…

over the blather of the weather, I hear the hiss of the shower in

of red hair lying next

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least

an experimental stroke over the curve of a shoulder. She sighs

look much

This time I follow it through

settling on me. The mouth curves

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

the line of her jaw with a thumbnail. And, how are you? How are you

little more. She palms my hand into hers, pulling it to her mouth, kissing the fingers. “I'll live.” She turns serious, her

through me and

Georgie…

the smile onto my face; keep my words

Jade…

back and

Beyond rubies…

hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping nerve-endings down to my groin,

would you

copper hair, I draw my hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy nipple; perking it up as she sighs beside me. “I would like to feel

her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my erection. Then she bows her spine, reaching back, winding fingers around the bars of the headboard as emerald eyes settle

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

leaving mine, she does so. Spreading herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy.

me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll

I smooth over the swell of first one, then the other breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to tangle fingertips in the fiery curls

are fluttering

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

lids flick open, and irises, vivid and verdant as a tropical forest, turn to mere

and thigh, the softest and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch and movement brings her response. Using a fingernail, I draw a tracery over her skin, watching as her lips

“Look at me…”

snap open once more, but her milky skin is flushing; a tide of rose flushing over breast and neck, pinpoints of

her flesh. An impulse tells me to probe, to open her, but

skin of her inner thighs, then back again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats and unfurls. And all the while, I lock my eyes with

demanding action. Pressing myself against her, the firm muscle of her

Soon…

… but not yet…

and tantalising. Curling my palm over her entrance, she’s flowing freely now, and

her throat. Again,

“Look at me.”

spurts, breasts vibrating

her inside, spiralling

press in. Another finger and another,

whole body is

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air whistling through

for a

her hands free of the bars, swing her around. Shifting the pillow to support her head, I tug her forward until her hips overhang the mattress edge, I kneel, slip fingers through her folds to open

against cream, the puffy flesh glistening. Mouthing at her thighs, I lap away the

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

yet.” Then I pump her again with a

face straining

to her face. “Taste yourself.” Opening

a vee. “Taste of? I

her again, I recoat index and middle fingers in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste yourself, then tell me what you taste

she sucks, eyelids dropping a little in thought. “It’s a little acid. Citrussy perhaps, But musky

when I drink from your pussy,

breathing increases and her head

through the soles and as I drop my

But

than try. If you come before I

lapses into

far to

her into a

Let’s see…

his hair wet and a towel slung around his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat, hands folded on his lap,

a hand pressed hard inside each thigh, fixing her

and the slight resistance of her

You may not

“Master… I can’t…”

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