with my thoughts. Karma can be a grim reaping bitch.
* * * *
I decided to take the rest of the day off--which actually meant I had to make a dozen phone calls. Contact Trixie’s insurance guy, set up an interview with Caroline--it was just for show, really--I trusted Poppy more than I could ever admit. Find a housekeeper and gardener to replace Jose and Elspeth. Hell it makes my head ache just to think about all the others.
As usual, Poppy was there to make sure I had food—what was I going to do when she left. I hate cooking. Answer, with the money Jillie left me I could hire someone who could force me to eat. Probably a sumo wrestler would be required, but I’d start with talking to Trixie’s chef when I could find him. He could make some decent referrals. Done, I tossed the phone on the table and changed into my swimsuit. It seemed I was going to be taking out my frustrations in the water on a daily basis. I would have to add having an indoor pool to the list of things to improve.
For a record breaking third time that day DeMarco appeared. People would begin to talk if we didn’t stop the madness. Spending days together because of murder and arson wouldn’t end the gossip. He didn’t take time to say hello, just grabbed me and planted a kiss that sent me rocketing to another realm.
Ignoring Poppy’s delighted smirk I dragged the man to my boudoir and stripped him naked. He wanted to return the favor, but I was in too much of a hurry. I disrobed in record time and jumped up wrapping my legs around him. The bed was too far to go, so he planted me against the wall and drove into me.
The exquisite friction of our bodies compounded the heat of our encounter. I was, craving, demanding, begging and pleading with his every move. The rough texture of the wall, the softness of his skin covering hard muscles. The sensations wound around me. Through me. His lightest touch made me quiver like a harp string. I couldn’t hold back and came, only to have him carry me to the bed.
His touch was so light I sensed it rather than felt it. When he kissed my neck, my arms, my breasts I wanted to beg and plead for mercy. He held himself back, plucking and teasing me with his fingers, his mouth, driving me to a divine madness. I lost all control. My muscles held him wrapped tightly within me as our bodies responded as I never dreamed possible.
I don’t know if I slept or fell unconscious but it could only have been for a moment, but when I finally opened my eyes, he was there, staring down at me. Exploring every inch of me with his eyes. This time he wasn’t so gentle. He lay on his side, his hand twisted in my hair he planted a deep, bruising kiss on my lips. He took from me, all I could give. Moved his hand down cupping my neck as his teeth raked across it sending shocks of lightening through me. Grasping my breast he squeezed just hard enough to make me cry for more. I was lost.
On the verge of expiring, I cried for relief and he showed mercy. He plunged into me deep, deeper, the force sending ecstasy rolling through me in unending waves. I wrapped my arms around his back, speeding the timing of each stroke. Moving him to plummet harder and faster. Teetering on the edge of a cliff, preparing to dive into nirvana he captured my wrists, and gave all there was to give until I could take no more.
14
My cellphone rang. It was one of my contacts in the industry with information on the girl.
“I think I know her though she looks bad compared to the girl I interviewed. Didn’t hire her for my film. To desperate. To needy. But I got info and a pic. She was hopin' for a callback.”
He wasn't in Texas, but said he had a meeting in Houston this evening and was flying in on his company jet. He promised to have the pilot do a round trip, after he was dropped off, the package would be at the Addison Airport a small private airport
* * * *
I decided to take the rest of the day off--which actually meant I had to make a dozen phone calls. Contact Trixie’s insurance guy, set up an interview with Caroline--it was just for show, really--I trusted Poppy more than I could ever admit. Find a housekeeper and gardener to replace Jose and Elspeth. Hell it makes my head ache just to think about all the others.
As usual, Poppy was there to make sure I had food—what was I going to do when she left. I hate cooking. Answer, with the money Jillie left me I could hire someone who could force me to eat. Probably a sumo wrestler would be required, but I’d start with talking to Trixie’s chef when I could find him. He could make some decent referrals. Done, I tossed the phone on the table and changed into my swimsuit. It seemed I was going to be taking out my frustrations in the water on a daily basis. I would have to add having an indoor pool to the list of things to improve.
For a record breaking third time that day DeMarco appeared. People would begin to talk if we didn’t stop the madness. Spending days together because of murder and arson wouldn’t end the gossip. He didn’t take time to say hello, just grabbed me and planted a kiss that sent me rocketing to another realm.
Ignoring Poppy’s delighted smirk I dragged the man to my boudoir and stripped him naked. He wanted to return the favor, but I was in too much of a hurry. I disrobed in record time and jumped up wrapping my legs around him. The bed was too far to go, so he planted me against the wall and drove into me.
The exquisite friction of our bodies compounded the heat of our encounter. I was, craving, demanding, begging and pleading with his every move. The rough texture of the wall, the softness of his skin covering hard muscles. The sensations wound around me. Through me. His lightest touch made me quiver like a harp string. I couldn’t hold back and came, only to have him carry me to the bed.
His touch was so light I sensed it rather than felt it. When he kissed my neck, my arms, my breasts I wanted to beg and plead for mercy. He held himself back, plucking and teasing me with his fingers, his mouth, driving me to a divine madness. I lost all control. My muscles held him wrapped tightly within me as our bodies responded as I never dreamed possible.
I don’t know if I slept or fell unconscious but it could only have been for a moment, but when I finally opened my eyes, he was there, staring down at me. Exploring every inch of me with his eyes. This time he wasn’t so gentle. He lay on his side, his hand twisted in my hair he planted a deep, bruising kiss on my lips. He took from me, all I could give. Moved his hand down cupping my neck as his teeth raked across it sending shocks of lightening through me. Grasping my breast he squeezed just hard enough to make me cry for more. I was lost.
On the verge of expiring, I cried for relief and he showed mercy. He plunged into me deep, deeper, the force sending ecstasy rolling through me in unending waves. I wrapped my arms around his back, speeding the timing of each stroke. Moving him to plummet harder and faster. Teetering on the edge of a cliff, preparing to dive into nirvana he captured my wrists, and gave all there was to give until I could take no more.
14
My cellphone rang. It was one of my contacts in the industry with information on the girl.
“I think I know her though she looks bad compared to the girl I interviewed. Didn’t hire her for my film. To desperate. To needy. But I got info and a pic. She was hopin' for a callback.”
He wasn't in Texas, but said he had a meeting in Houston this evening and was flying in on his company jet. He promised to have the pilot do a round trip, after he was dropped off, the package would be at the Addison Airport a small private airport
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