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?

would he get up

Much better here…

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

red hair lying next

How is she now?

Over the shock?

least

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

does look much

I follow it through along a

orbs settling on me. The mouth curves up. “Good

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

with a thumbnail.

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

me and my

Georgie…

onto my face; keep my words

Jade…

her back and smiling

Beyond rubies…

neck, running into my hair. The sensation skitters

would you like,

to my chest. Sweeping away a tide of copper hair, I draw my hand over one lovely

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, winding fingers around the

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

Spreading herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly, I push a pillow under

she gives herself to me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but just now, I’m happy to lie beside

I brush over creamy-pale

are fluttering

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

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

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

“Look at me…”

tide of rose flushing over breast and neck, pinpoints of colour

echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells

My fingertips are growing wet, and as

the firm muscle of her thigh quakes against my groin, increasing

Soon…

… but not yet…

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

throat. Again, her eyes

“Look at me.”

her breath coming in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat,

her inside,

and wet heat floods over my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying my fingers. Her moans grow urgent,

whole body is

“You can’t come yet.”

peel back, air whistling through her

a change of

from her and off the bed, I peel her hands free of the bars, swing her around. Shifting the pillow to support her head, I tug

Mouthing at her thighs, I lap away the honey coating her skin then Aaahhh… heated air over her

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

yourself. You may not come yet.” Then I pump her again

face straining forward,

yourself.” Opening her

makes a vee. “Taste of? I

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

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

And that’s what I taste when I drink from your pussy, which

her head drops

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

Master.” But her voice is

If you come before I

runs through her again, but she lapses

to take

her into

Let’s see…

his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat, hands folded on his lap, he settles

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 hooded, still protected, and yet her cries grow louder. Thumbing back the fleshy cover, I take a second or two to enjoy the view; her clit, so small a thing, a tiny erect

in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She wails, hips jolting, and her rising orgasm trembles through

You may not

“Master… I can’t…”

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