work and we need someone to manage the bar. Besides, we owe him seeing as you got him arrested.”
Meg turned and grabbed Laura by the front of her stupid tube top, not giving a shit that it caused both of her silicone enhanced boobs to flop free of the stretchy material. “I didn’t get him arrested; you did, with your dumb Male Order idea. The same as you got me arrested. My guess is this bar is as doomed to disaster, and I don’t intend to be here when the cops show up this time, and I don’t intend to work with the Irish octopus.”
Letting her go, Meg shoved the front door open.
“Meg, you can’t go. Who’s going to supervise Maud?”
With a defiant toss of her head Meg yelled, “Let Michael handle her. She’d love that.”
“Maud? Maggie, what the fuck does Maud have to do with it?”
Laura tugged up her tube top, stowing the twins. “She’s part owner.”
As the door swung shut, Meg could hear him begging not to be left alone with Maud. A giggle escaped her. Apparently, Laura had failed to mention Maud came as part of the deal. They deserved each other.
Chapter Twenty-One
Meg had just climbed out of the car when her phone began to bellow out some God-awful eighties melody. She had meant to change it to something else, but time was always running away with her. After rummaging around a bit she finally pulled the vibrating phone free, hit the button to accept the call, and held it to her ear as she made her way toward the front door of her flat.
“Sam?”
“Hey, sexy. What color undies are you wearing?”
A wave of heat rose up her body. She felt funny in all the best places.
She cupped her hand over the phone and whispered, “I’m only wearing panties, and they’re cream with little mice all over them.”
Laughter filled her ear. “Tell me you haven’t squeezed poor Mickey into those skintight pants you’re supposed to wear for the bar.”
“I might have. Anyway, what about you?”
“I’ll squeeze into your skintight pants any day of the week, given the opportunity.”
Key in the front door, she stopped and leaned her head against the cool glass as a moan escaped her. “How about now? Maud’s at work and Mum went to the bowling club committee meeting. If you’re quick, you could be in and out before anyone’s the wiser.”
His voice sounded deep and husky as he purred down the line, “I’m never quick with you. I like to savor every second. Taste every morsel and plunder your hidden depths. I would never do a quick in and out.”
Meg groaned loudly as a wave of lust overcame her. “God, I miss Ted.”
“Ted? Who the hell is Ted?” Sam sounded puzzled.
“Your Totally Edible Dick.”
“Oh Jesus, Meg. Have you got any idea of the vision that puts in my head and what effect you’re having on me?”
Meg sighed and barely whispered, “I’m hoping you’re imagining me with your cock in my mouth, drawing you deeper, sucking you hard.”
A low moan from the phone resonated through her, making her squirm as moisture pooled between her thighs.
Eyes closed. She held on to the handle for support as her legs had momentarily forgotten how to operate. “Come over. I have a massive hunger that only Ted can satisfy.”
Before Sam answered, the door swung open and Meg tumbled inside, barely managing to stay upright as she bumped into an armchair and deftly scooted around the coffee table. Despondent to find the house occupied, she sank onto the carpet. Maybe her mother had come home to collect something and would be on her way any minute now. However, all hopes of a couple of hours alone with Sam disappeared when her mother put a hand on Meg’s forehead.
“Are you ill?”
Before Meg had a chance to say any more to Sam, her mother took the phone. “Sorry, whoever you are. Meg’s not feeling well and has to lie down now.”
With a neat flick of the wrist she snapped Meg’s phone shut and tossed it on the sofa.
“Now come along and sit somewhere more appropriate. Where
Meg turned and grabbed Laura by the front of her stupid tube top, not giving a shit that it caused both of her silicone enhanced boobs to flop free of the stretchy material. “I didn’t get him arrested; you did, with your dumb Male Order idea. The same as you got me arrested. My guess is this bar is as doomed to disaster, and I don’t intend to be here when the cops show up this time, and I don’t intend to work with the Irish octopus.”
Letting her go, Meg shoved the front door open.
“Meg, you can’t go. Who’s going to supervise Maud?”
With a defiant toss of her head Meg yelled, “Let Michael handle her. She’d love that.”
“Maud? Maggie, what the fuck does Maud have to do with it?”
Laura tugged up her tube top, stowing the twins. “She’s part owner.”
As the door swung shut, Meg could hear him begging not to be left alone with Maud. A giggle escaped her. Apparently, Laura had failed to mention Maud came as part of the deal. They deserved each other.
Chapter Twenty-One
Meg had just climbed out of the car when her phone began to bellow out some God-awful eighties melody. She had meant to change it to something else, but time was always running away with her. After rummaging around a bit she finally pulled the vibrating phone free, hit the button to accept the call, and held it to her ear as she made her way toward the front door of her flat.
“Sam?”
“Hey, sexy. What color undies are you wearing?”
A wave of heat rose up her body. She felt funny in all the best places.
She cupped her hand over the phone and whispered, “I’m only wearing panties, and they’re cream with little mice all over them.”
Laughter filled her ear. “Tell me you haven’t squeezed poor Mickey into those skintight pants you’re supposed to wear for the bar.”
“I might have. Anyway, what about you?”
“I’ll squeeze into your skintight pants any day of the week, given the opportunity.”
Key in the front door, she stopped and leaned her head against the cool glass as a moan escaped her. “How about now? Maud’s at work and Mum went to the bowling club committee meeting. If you’re quick, you could be in and out before anyone’s the wiser.”
His voice sounded deep and husky as he purred down the line, “I’m never quick with you. I like to savor every second. Taste every morsel and plunder your hidden depths. I would never do a quick in and out.”
Meg groaned loudly as a wave of lust overcame her. “God, I miss Ted.”
“Ted? Who the hell is Ted?” Sam sounded puzzled.
“Your Totally Edible Dick.”
“Oh Jesus, Meg. Have you got any idea of the vision that puts in my head and what effect you’re having on me?”
Meg sighed and barely whispered, “I’m hoping you’re imagining me with your cock in my mouth, drawing you deeper, sucking you hard.”
A low moan from the phone resonated through her, making her squirm as moisture pooled between her thighs.
Eyes closed. She held on to the handle for support as her legs had momentarily forgotten how to operate. “Come over. I have a massive hunger that only Ted can satisfy.”
Before Sam answered, the door swung open and Meg tumbled inside, barely managing to stay upright as she bumped into an armchair and deftly scooted around the coffee table. Despondent to find the house occupied, she sank onto the carpet. Maybe her mother had come home to collect something and would be on her way any minute now. However, all hopes of a couple of hours alone with Sam disappeared when her mother put a hand on Meg’s forehead.
“Are you ill?”
Before Meg had a chance to say any more to Sam, her mother took the phone. “Sorry, whoever you are. Meg’s not feeling well and has to lie down now.”
With a neat flick of the wrist she snapped Meg’s phone shut and tossed it on the sofa.
“Now come along and sit somewhere more appropriate. Where
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