Cat Scratch Fever (22 page)

‘Well,’ called Valerie, ‘I was just coming to say good-night.’ Something in the tone of her voice suggested that she knew perfectly well what Felicia was up to in the fridge.

Gabe was inside her to the hilt; she was stretched around him. She felt his hand worm its way around her and between her thighs to stroke her wet clit.

Staying quiet was getting harder by the second.

She fluttered and clenched around him, and felt his hips jerk in response. Well, if he was going to torture her, she was going to torture him back. Now a little roll while she tightened some more.

She bit her own lip. That had been a mistake, at least from a keeping-quiet point of view.

‘Oh, and I wanted to let you in on a little secret,’ Valerie continued, ‘just between us girls, because I know how angry you are at Richard. I suggested to the police that Richard would probably need a thorough going-over, just in case he’s hiding anything. Can you imagine how surprised they’ll be when they find the butt plug that’s stuffed in him? Ta ta, dear!’

The woman’s delighted laugh, which didn’t sound the least bit demented under the circumstances, faded as she left the café.

Felicia was so stunned by the revelation that, for a moment, her mind went blank. Then Gabe started moving again, thrusting into her and manipulating her clit at the same time. Felicia clutched the shelf so hard that she thought she might yank the bolts out of the wall.

‘God, yes!’ Gabe gasped, suddenly moving faster. The blood buzzed in Felicia’s ears as she responded, clamping down around him and shuddering through another orgasm along with him.

Only then, spiralling down from her climax, did she start to giggle. Gabe leant against her, and she felt his chest rock with his own laughter.

‘I think I can finally reveal that she’s the one who suggested the Zoological Society come out here,’ he said. ‘You know, I’m really glad she’s on our side.’

‘I think the whole Sanctuary is glad,’ Felicia agreed.