Eeny Meany Miny Die (Cat Sinclair Mysteries) by Carolyn Scott Page B
Authors: Carolyn Scott
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front of me and turned back to him. In profile, I could see the hard set of her mouth, the pulsing vein in her neck. She reached up with both hands, grabbed her dress at its collar and ripped it in two, down to her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, but that didn’t stop her from stepping out of the dress and flicked it to him with her foot. He caught it and flung it away.
Angel stood there in her heels, hands on hips. "See these?" She cupped her breasts. "And this?" She turned around and lightly smacked her own ass. "Take a good look, because you won't get to touch them ever again."
With a toss of her head, she strode into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Frank watched her go, his lips apart and a complete look of mystification on his face. Then he marched to Angel's closed door. "You forget whose name our bank accounts and credit cards are in." He spoke sweetly. Too sweetly. It sent a shiver down my spine. "I own that ass. I own you. And you'll do whatever I say, when I say it. Darling ." He headed into his own room and slammed the door.
I slipped out of the bathroom and practically ran from the hotel to my car. It was a short drive to Will's place. All the lights were off in his house, which meant he hadn't been waiting up for me. So much for being worried. He was learning.
Will lived close to the office in an area of Renford once known for its hard-working migrant population, but was now popular with trendy young couples looking for bargain housing close to the city center. In the last decade, the takeout kebab shops had been replaced by cafes and the furniture stores which once sold ornate gold bedroom suites now stocked sleekly functional designs. It was a suburb where toys and kids' bikes littered the front lawns. Will's house was the odd one out with its broken front gate and weed-infested garden beds.
I crept silently through the house, not wanting to wake him. A faint glow shone from one of the rooms and when I investigated, I found Will hunched over his laptop in the study, snoring softly.
He looked up before I touched his shoulder. "Hey," he said, sleepily. "You're back. What time is it?"
"Late."
He switched off the computer. "That dress looks good on you." He pulled me to him and I and discovered how much he liked the dress when I sat on his lap.
He lifted the hem and ran his fingers up my thigh, gently exploring higher. I caught my breath as he fingered the lacey edge of my French knickers. I leaned into him, wanting him to go higher.
He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom where he slowly slid the dress off. The cool, silky fabric whispered against my skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. I stepped out of it and remembered Angel doing the same thing, before flinging her dress viciously at her husband and teasing him with her unattainable body.
I lifted my arms, offering myself to Will. He kissed my left wrist, my arm, my shoulder, and I melted as his lips warmed my breast and his fingers toyed with the other. Someone, somewhere, moaned. It could have come from either of us. The sound increased when his fingers moved south and plunged, circled, then plunged again. I hung on to his massive shoulders and rode the waves until I couldn't take any more and pushed him onto the bed.
Our lovemaking started out slow as we moved in sync, our bodies fused by heat and our gazes locked. We tried many, many positions until we finally settled on our favorite—me on top. We rocked to the rhythm, his hands on my hips, my breasts, everywhere. I threw my head back and sucked air between my teeth in an attempt to control the overwhelming sensations.
"Not yet," he murmured, even while his hips thrust up to meet mine.
I ignored him. I couldn't slow down. I'd gone too far, and so had he.
We came together.
Afterward, Will held me, stroking my hair. "So how'd it go tonight? The dinner, I mean."
Always business. Christ, couldn't he leave it until I'd come down from my orgasmic high? The man was
Angel stood there in her heels, hands on hips. "See these?" She cupped her breasts. "And this?" She turned around and lightly smacked her own ass. "Take a good look, because you won't get to touch them ever again."
With a toss of her head, she strode into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Frank watched her go, his lips apart and a complete look of mystification on his face. Then he marched to Angel's closed door. "You forget whose name our bank accounts and credit cards are in." He spoke sweetly. Too sweetly. It sent a shiver down my spine. "I own that ass. I own you. And you'll do whatever I say, when I say it. Darling ." He headed into his own room and slammed the door.
I slipped out of the bathroom and practically ran from the hotel to my car. It was a short drive to Will's place. All the lights were off in his house, which meant he hadn't been waiting up for me. So much for being worried. He was learning.
Will lived close to the office in an area of Renford once known for its hard-working migrant population, but was now popular with trendy young couples looking for bargain housing close to the city center. In the last decade, the takeout kebab shops had been replaced by cafes and the furniture stores which once sold ornate gold bedroom suites now stocked sleekly functional designs. It was a suburb where toys and kids' bikes littered the front lawns. Will's house was the odd one out with its broken front gate and weed-infested garden beds.
I crept silently through the house, not wanting to wake him. A faint glow shone from one of the rooms and when I investigated, I found Will hunched over his laptop in the study, snoring softly.
He looked up before I touched his shoulder. "Hey," he said, sleepily. "You're back. What time is it?"
"Late."
He switched off the computer. "That dress looks good on you." He pulled me to him and I and discovered how much he liked the dress when I sat on his lap.
He lifted the hem and ran his fingers up my thigh, gently exploring higher. I caught my breath as he fingered the lacey edge of my French knickers. I leaned into him, wanting him to go higher.
He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom where he slowly slid the dress off. The cool, silky fabric whispered against my skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. I stepped out of it and remembered Angel doing the same thing, before flinging her dress viciously at her husband and teasing him with her unattainable body.
I lifted my arms, offering myself to Will. He kissed my left wrist, my arm, my shoulder, and I melted as his lips warmed my breast and his fingers toyed with the other. Someone, somewhere, moaned. It could have come from either of us. The sound increased when his fingers moved south and plunged, circled, then plunged again. I hung on to his massive shoulders and rode the waves until I couldn't take any more and pushed him onto the bed.
Our lovemaking started out slow as we moved in sync, our bodies fused by heat and our gazes locked. We tried many, many positions until we finally settled on our favorite—me on top. We rocked to the rhythm, his hands on my hips, my breasts, everywhere. I threw my head back and sucked air between my teeth in an attempt to control the overwhelming sensations.
"Not yet," he murmured, even while his hips thrust up to meet mine.
I ignored him. I couldn't slow down. I'd gone too far, and so had he.
We came together.
Afterward, Will held me, stroking my hair. "So how'd it go tonight? The dinner, I mean."
Always business. Christ, couldn't he leave it until I'd come down from my orgasmic high? The man was
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