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…?

rattling glass and the

Sleet?

would he get up early

Much better here…

the blather of the weather, I

consider the tumble of red hair

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least

stroke over the curve

does look

time I follow it

on me. The mouth curves up.

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

of her jaw with a thumbnail.

the smile curves up a little more. She palms my hand into hers, pulling it to her

me and

Georgie…

I jemmy the smile onto my face; keep

Jade…

back and smiling

Beyond rubies…

hand, trailing fingers over my shoulders and neck, running into my hair. The sensation skitters over

would you like,

an arm under her shoulders I draw her close, nestling her to my chest. Sweeping away a tide of copper hair, I draw my hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy nipple; perking

the nipple in my mouth, nibbling 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 back,

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

in the way

there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but just now, I’m happy to lie

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 at

are fluttering

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

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

and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch

“Look at me…”

skin is flushing; a tide

pads vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me to probe, to open her, but I

are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats

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

Soon…

… but not yet…

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

escapes her throat. Again, her eyes

“Look at me.”

in short spurts, breasts

inside, spiralling within,

over my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying

body is a-tremble…

“You can’t come yet.”

peel back, air

for a

around. Shifting the pillow to support her head, I tug her

I lap away the

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

may not come yet.” Then I pump her again with a couple of

face straining forward,

“Taste yourself.” Opening her mouth, she sucks at the

“Taste of?

middle fingers in her juices, then offer them

in thought. “It’s a little acid. Citrussy perhaps, But musky

what I taste when I drink from your pussy, which is what I’m going

breathing increases and her head drops back to

presses through the soles and as I drop my mouth to her entrance, she shudders. Quickly I speak again. “You may not come. Not

But her

do better than try. If you come before

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

to

her into

Let’s see…

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

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

I trace a circle around and then over, revelling in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She wails, hips jolting, and her rising orgasm trembles through my

may not

“Master… I can’t…”

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