I speak as clearly as I can, filling in any details Officer Clark requests. It’s almost like an out of body experience. As I’m explaining the things that happened, I’m half-pretending that they actually happened to someone else. It makes it easier to talk about.When I’m finished, I can see clearly
Miles drives us back to his place and we go in through the front door.“Coffee?” he asks, as he tosses aside his coat. It lands on the back of a nearby chair.“Okay,” I reply. Removing my own coat, I drape mine carefully over top of his.He turns and heads into the kitchen. Slower, I follow him.His
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes.I blush even more fiercely and start to turn away again. He has to be lying, doesn’t he? He’s a known playboy and young than me. I’m a woman in my thirties who has had two children. Compared to the tight younger bodies he’s seen before, I must look like a used-u
Miles fucks me against the fridge for only a few more length thrusts, then, carrying me, he hobbles over toward the breakfast table and lowers me down onto it. I haven’t the strength to hold myself upright, so I drop onto my back, stretched out over the table.His dick is still hard inside of me. Ke
He must be absolutely exhausted. I am too, but he did most of the work last night. For a punishment, I sure did receive a lot of rewards.Well, the least I could do now is make him some coffee.Carefully, I detangle my limbs from his and then slide out of bed. Not wanting to walk around naked, I not
Miles couldn’t stop looking at Esther wearing his t-shirt. God, she was so gorgeous and she didn’t even know it. On top of that, seeing her in his clothes scratched some possessive itch inside of him that he didn’t even know he had.Unfortunately, after the phone call with Cynthia, there is not enou
Panic flitters around within me, making me nervous. I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t want to lie to Kimberly, especially since it seems as if she already knows everything to start with. But I have to protect Miles no matter what. Implicating him is the worst thing I can do for both our caree
“Patch me through,” she says, when someone answers on the other line. Another ring, and someone answers. I can’t hear more than faint mumbling from where I sit. At least, not until Kimberly speaks again. “Esther and I have a situation. Do you have a minute?” A pause. “When? Now? Good.”Hanging up th