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…?

complaint, rattling glass and the lashing

Sleet?

he get up early

Much better here…

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

tumble of red hair lying next to

How is she now?

Over the shock?

least dealing with

experimental stroke over the curve of

does look

stroke. This time I follow it through along a smooth,

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

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

jaw with a thumbnail.

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

me and

Georgie…

the smile onto my face; keep my words soft. “I'll

Jade…

her back

Beyond rubies…

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

you

over one lovely breast,

mouth, nibbling and teething hard enough to spike a little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against

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. Quickly, I push a pillow under

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

Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to tangle fingertips in the fiery curls at her

are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

verdant as a

of hip 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 part and

“Look at me…”

open once more, but her milky skin is flushing; a tide of rose flushing

vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse

again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats and

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

Soon…

… but not yet…

Curling my palm over her entrance, she’s flowing freely now, and I penetrate with a

her throat. Again, her eyes

“Look at me.”

short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat, matching

her inside,

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

body is

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air whistling through her

a

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 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

straining

“Taste yourself.” Opening her mouth, she sucks at the fingers. “Now tell me

a vee. “Taste of?

in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste

“It’s

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

and her head drops

You can rest on my shoulders.” Her weight presses through the soles and as I drop my mouth to her entrance, she

But her voice is

do better than try. If you come

but she lapses into

to take

into a

Let’s see…

slung around his 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

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

You may not

“Master… I can’t…”

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