All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

He sat back on his heels and looked down at her. She was flushed, her skin rosy and her eyes were shut tight, her breathing ragged. He moved over her, bracing himself on his arms either side of her head and he kissed her. Her soft mouth opened to him, her plush lips slid over him as his tongue tangled with hers. Her body strained towards his and he slid his cock through her folds, not entering her yet. The head bumped her clit and she moaned, the sound vibrating through him like a tuning fork. He slid through her slickness again, coating himself with her moisture, gritting his teeth at the delicious skin-on-skin contact. Unable to hold back anymore, Mason slotted his cock against her entrance and eased in through the swollen folds. Lisa mewled low in her throat and he breathed hard as he entered her inch by wonderful inch. It was their first time sans condom and he wanted to relish it, draw it out. She clamped around him like a silk glove and he fought for control as his eyes tried

Francine was at it again. She had him bailed up in the kitchen, he could feel the heat of the stove at his back and the press of the oven door handle in his spine. He knew it was his fault, he’d knocked over the glass of juice in his excitement to get to the meal. His mother didn’t cook very often and the roast beef had smelled so good his stomach had rumbled loudly. Francine had been different lately like she was actually trying to be a mother, and the instances of rages and hitting had slowed. Then he had to go and ruin it all by knocking over his glass. She’d flown into a rage, violent and hot. The plates on the table had been shoved to the floor, the roast he had been so eager to taste hit the linoleum and rolled under the table. She’d grabbed him and hauled him across the small wooden table where they ate their meals and had thrown him against the upright stove, the same one which she had him pressed up against now. “Francine.” It was his father’s voice, the voice he hadn’t h

“When I was twelve, she changed. I remember that for a couple of weeks, she seemed to really be trying to not drink and when she didn’t drink, she wasn’t violent, or not so violent anyway. I was taller than her by then and I thought that maybe, just maybe, things were going to be different. My father was due home and she had spent days cleaning the house and shopping. The day he arrived home, she spent the day cooking, making all his favorite dishes and I thought that from then on everything was going to be better.” Lisa tilted her head up to him and kissed the underside of his jaw. He felt her wet tears on his neck as she nestled into the crook of his shoulder and he took a deep breath to tell her the next part. “That night the table was set and the food was all laid out and I was so happy. My dad was home and my mum was normal and it felt like Christmas. Then I knocked over a glass of juice and everything changed.” He could feel his pulse ratchet up as he relived it again, the

She smiled at him, “Not this time,” she replied, “This time I want something to cook, except I’m a pretty lousy cook.” “Beef Stroganoff,” he said, writing something down on the butcher’s paper behind the counter. “It’s really easy and the sort of dish that is impressive to serve. Just do some mashed potatoes or rice or pasta with it and you’re golden.” He handed her his hastily scribbled recipe and she grinned up at him. “You are a prince among men,” she said. He laughed and measured out the beef she would need.The day wasn’t going well for Mason. Yet another game was glitching and it was too coincidentally the same as the other glitch to be random. He had a saboteur amongst his staff and it pissed him off. Finding the son of a bitch wasn’t going to be easy. Too many hands touched a game in the production stage to easily narrow down the suspects—too many of the same hands. People he had trusted, people he had worked with for years were now under suspicion and he didn’t like it

He stood and paced away from the table as he answered the phone. “This is Mason,” he said. “Hi boss, it’s Craig. I have that tracking ID you asked for.” “Okay, great, let me just grab a pen.” He’d set his team to find the pieces of code that were causing the glitches. He’d told them what to look for, and that he had no idea how many compromised games there were. He figured that whoever the culprit was, they wouldn’t report finding anything. He didn’t know how successful it would be, but if nothing else, it would reduce the number of games he needed to check himself. He looked around Lisa’s living room for a pen and a piece of paper, but there were none to be found. “In the office,” she said when he glanced at her. He walked into her office and pushed things around on her desk until he unearthed a pen and a scrap of paper. “Go,” he said into the phone. He copied the tracking ID down noted the game that Craig had worked on and then disconnected. As he looked up from the desk, he