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…?

howls a complaint, rattling glass and the lashing of the rain turns to a

Sleet?

he get

Much better here…

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

consider the tumble of red hair lying next to

How is she now?

Over the shock?

least dealing with

curve

look much

follow it through

orbs settling on me. The mouth curves up.

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

line of her jaw with a thumbnail. And,

I am actually asking. Then the smile curves up a little more. She palms my hand into

stabs through me and my

Georgie…

jemmy the smile onto my face; keep my words

Jade…

back and

Beyond rubies…

neck, running into my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping

would you

over one lovely breast, thumbing at

and teething hard enough to spike a little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my erection. Then she bows her spine, reaching

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly, I push a pillow under her,

no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but just now, I’m happy to lie beside her, letting my hands do the

then the other breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to

eyes are fluttering

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

and verdant as a tropical forest, turn to mere rims encircling

Stroking her one-handedly through the crease of hip and thigh, the softest and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch

“Look at me…”

skin is flushing; a tide of rose flushing over breast and neck, pinpoints of

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

are growing wet, and as I

is trembling, demanding action. Pressing myself against her, the firm muscle of her thigh quakes against my groin, increasing the

Soon…

… but not yet…

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

escapes her throat. Again,

“Look at me.”

more, she obeys, her breath coming in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat,

inside, spiralling within, stretching

tang of her arousal billows and wet heat floods over my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying my fingers. Her

is a-tremble…

“You can’t come yet.”

back, air whistling through her

for a change of

I peel 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

flesh glistening. Mouthing at her thighs, I lap away the honey coating

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

I pump her

face straining

Then I push my hand to her face. “Taste yourself.” Opening her mouth, she sucks at the

a vee. “Taste of?

and middle fingers in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste yourself,

little in thought. “It’s a little acid.

taste when I drink from your pussy, which is

breathing increases and her head drops back to the

through the soles and as I drop

try, Master.” But her voice is

than try. If you come before I give you permission, I’ll

through her again, but she lapses into silence save for the

far to

her into

Let’s see…

hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat, hands

I wrap my mouth around engorged flesh; outer lips tumescent with arousal. Deliberately breathing heavily, I bathe her in my heat. Her weight shifts as, mewling, she strains, her body curving as her pelvis rises. But I pin her, a hand pressed hard inside each thigh, fixing her position as she tries to writhe, I lap at her bud. Still

and then over, revelling in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh

You may

“Master… I can’t…”

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