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“Sam?”

His voice sounded muffled as he kissed her heated mound. “Uh huh?”

“Have you been … been … been … oh … God … your tongue … I … have you been jacking off?”

A deep chuckle sent a wave of warm breath between her now parted thighs. “Nope, I’ve been saving myself for you.”

She buried her fingers in his hair and sucked air between her teeth when he finally teased her pulsing clit with the very tip of his tongue. If he did that many more times, she would teeter into the oblivion of orgasm before the wild stallion trotted out of his stall.

After one last flick of his tongue, he turned his attention to her feet. He slipped her sandals on, and then stood up. When he hooked his thumbs in the sides of his boxers, she grabbed at him.

“Stop. Mine.”

He grinned, put his hands behind his head rippling his pecs, and watched through hooded lids as she eased his rigid cock free, slipping his underwear to the floor.

At eye level with her heart’s desire, she couldn’t resist some teasing of her own. She wrapped her fingers around his steely shaft and softly licked at the sensitive skin just below the swollen head. His blood pulsed beneath her touch and she would swear to God his dick grew another inch.

With a growl, he pulled her to her feet and reached in to turn the shower taps on. Apparently happy the water was warm enough, he walked her backward into the shower cubicle and slid the glass door shut. His mouth stifled her squeal of complaint when her back hit the cool tile wall. Clearly, washing wasn’t on the agenda. Not that she was complaining. Being clean was overrated.

Sam’s kiss was bruising. All the pent up frustration of a month with no sex was in his kiss. She returned the rabid embrace with matching ferocity. If he didn’t get his cock inside her in the next twenty seconds, she would scream, Aunt Maud or no Aunt Maud. Desperate to consummate their illicit tryst, they fumbled madly like a couple of virgins. With a growl of protest, Sam dragged her left leg over his hip. With no more than a cursory slide of his fingers the length of her hot, wet slit, he positioned himself for entry.

Meg gasped for air, already on the brink of release, when a light bulb went on in her head. “Condom!”

Sam closed his eyes and fought for breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned against her full breasts.

“They’re in my room. Have you got one?”

Meg groaned and shook her head. How could they have finally found a few minutes alone in a locked room and have no condoms? She stared into Sam’s eyes, dark with passion, and she reached between them and grasped his steely rod. “I don’t care. I’ve waited four weeks for this.”

Sam swallowed. “I’ll pull out before I come and you can finish me with your hand.”

This was madness. She knew enough about Sam’s sexual history to know she only risked one thing. Even without him coming inside her she could get knocked up, but right now she didn’t care. Meg nodded her agreement, and then her eyelids fluttered as he slid his cock home. They rocked together. He mapped her neck and face with his tongue and lips and she grabbed his butt, holding him tight to her as he lengthened his stroke and slipped ever deeper. Her pussy rippled with pent up need, welcoming the wild invader home. When he palmed the back of her thigh and slid his hand closer to her swollen, needy bud, she moaned into his mouth. One flick of his calloused fingertip sent her into spasms of near ecstasy and elicited a grunt of approval from her wet and wild lover. One more touch and she would orgasm. She knew Sam would never hold back, and she realized she didn’t want him to.

“Sam, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed her fiercely, and she knew today could well be the day she made her mother’s life by conceiving her first grandchild.

“Meg? Meg?” Fists pounded on the door. “Meg, are you in there? I need to use the toilet. I think I’ve had a wet dream. Mr. Drabinski says he has them all the time. That’s why his trousers are always damp.”

Meg groaned with frustration. Not now, not when they were just about to … God, Sam was shrinking fast. His cock flopped out of her and she dropped to her knees with a moan of, “No, no,” intent on giving his manhood mouth to mouth.

Sam let out a growl and slammed his hand into the shower wall. “Give it up, Meg. She’s hell bent on ruining our lives.”

“Meg, who are you talking to?”

Chapter Three

Meg stifled a sigh of disappointment as Sam turned off the taps. Romantic interlude barely started,, but already over, Meg climbed out of the shower, lifted a clean towel from the rail, and handed it to him.

“Just a minute, Aunt Maud. I’m getting dried.”

She grabbed a towel for herself and rubbed vigorously at her skin before glancing at a now flaccid cock and dejected looking Sam. She whispered, “You’ll have to climb out the window.”

“What?”

“If we both walk out she’ll think we were having sex in the shower.”

“Hello. We
were
having sex in the shower until she interrupted.”

“I know, but she can’t know that.”

“Why?”

“I’ll be embarrassed. Besides, do you want to get her overexcited thinking about you naked, wet, and erect?”

Sam grimaced. “I’ll climb out the window.” He scooped up his boxers from the floor. Once he had shimmied into them he wrapped a towel around his waist. “Thank God we’ve got a ground floor flat.”

She grinned as she imagined him climbing down a ladder half-naked, giving the neighbors a show they would never forget. He dropped a quick peck on her lips before he slid the window open and disappeared outside. Meg tugged the sash down, pulled on her robe, picked up the tub of ice cream and the spoon, and then swung the door open.

“The bathroom is all yours, Aunt Maud.”

“Why are you wearing shoes in the shower?”

Meg looked at her damp sandals. Nothing got past the old girl. “They were dirty so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

“You know you’re getting as strange as your mother.” She craned her neck in an attempt to see around Meg. “Where’s Sam?”

“What?”

“I thought I heard voices and he’s not in his room.”

“You’re not allowed in his room.”

“There’s not much point in me going in there if he’s not home. I bet he’s got some hot young thing giving his groin a workout. You look a bit peaky, dear. A good screw would do you a world of good. Might stop you talking to yourself and eating ice cream in the bathroom. Now, let me in before I have another accident.”

Meg rushed through to the kitchen and unlocked the back door. Sam was shivering on the doorstep. It definitely wasn’t streaking weather.

“Quick, she’s in the bathroom, and she knows you weren’t in your room.”

“What was she doing in my room?”

“Never mind that, she can’t find you here. You need to get moving.” Meg shoved him toward the living room.

“Moving where? What am I supposed to do?”

“Put on your workout clothes and pretend you went for a run.”

Sam pulled Meg into his arms and kissed her, and then nuzzled her ear. “I prefer to work up a sweat in other ways. You need to find a new home for her before I go mad.”

“I’m trying, but she has a reputation. She’s been bragging to everyone she knows about her criminal past.”

“She hasn’t even been to court yet.”

Meg snuggled closer to Sam. “I don’t want to think about the trial. What if we both get sent to jail?”

He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and hugged her tight. “It’s only a committal hearing. You won’t be going anywhere.”

No matter how much longer she managed to keep her mother in the dark, the truth would come out once she went to court. She could imagine the newspaper story now.
Female pimp Maggie Riley sent down to do hard time with her male prostitute Michael Monaghan.
The thought of Michael and hard time in the same sentence made her shudder. She wasn’t interested in the well hung Irishman. She loved Sam, but she only had so much fortitude. She needed to get laid. No, she needed more than that. She needed Sam to make her come until she was hoarse from screaming his name. If she wanted some time alone with him, she would have to devise a plan because it wasn’t happening without one.

“Maybe I should speak to Laura?” She looked up at Sam.

“I thought you were never going to talk to her again?”

“This mess is all her fault. I was thinking she should be punished.”

Sam grinned. “What do you have in mind?”

“How about an hour babysitting Aunt Maud?”

“And what would we be doing?”

“Having sex in the privacy of our own home, with no fear of interruption.”

“I like the way you think, but I’m not sure one hour is punishment enough.” Sam cupped her face and kissed her long and slow, leaving her in no doubt just how good his tongue could be. “I’d better get dressed before Maud comes through. I can’t take her ripping off my towel again, even if I do have my shorts on this time.”

She walked her fingers along the top of his towel. “How about if I pulled it off?”

Sam whispered. “I’d have you bent over the table so fast you would never see me coming.”

A sigh escaped her at the delicious vision he had just conjured in her mind. “I’d love to see you coming.”

“Square things away with Laura and I’ll let you watch as often as you like.”

An involuntary shiver rippled over her skin at the memory of walking into his room and catching him jacking off. She kissed his ear and breathed, “Yee-haw.”

He let out a long low groan and she giggled before slapping him playfully on the butt. “I think I hear Aunt Maud.”

“Shit!” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and fled.

Meg followed, watching him disappear up the hall and into his room. A glance at the clock revealed it was only just after seven. Laura would still be asleep, so it was the perfect time to call.

The phone rang half a dozen times before a sleepy voice answered. “Yeah, there had better be a fire.”

“Wake up, Laura. You have a debt to pay and I plan to collect.”

“Meg? Jesus, it’s not even dawn yet. What are you talking about?”

“I’m bringing Maud over for a visit, so you best get dressed. Oh, and empty your bed of any stray men unless you want her to try and steal them from you. We’ll be over straight after breakfast.”

Meg hung up without waiting for an answer.

Chapter Four

Meg glanced at the elderly vamp in the passenger seat next to her. She had no idea how Maud could be her grandmother’s sister. She was like no one else in the family that Meg knew. Talk about fire and ice. Her grandmother had been such a demure old lady, or at least she was when Meg visited her. Meg’s mother didn’t do sex, didn’t discuss sex, and had never seen a naked man. At least that was the way she behaved, and Meg happily went along with it. The alternative was too horrible to contemplate.

Today, Maud was channeling her own version of Dolly Parton. The flouncy pink gingham dress would have appeared right at home on the Country and Western channel, but seemed a little odd in suburban Australia. Her big blond wig kept slipping to one side, and the horn-rimmed glasses spoiled the whole outfit. She had spent ages doing her make-up and sticking on huge false lashes. Every time Maud looked in her direction Meg shuddered. She was terrified of spiders, and the magnifying effect of Maud’s glasses made it seem like she had two giant tarantulas attacking her eyes.

Maud peered out the window at large single story houses, green lawns, and herbaceous borders. “Where are we going? I don’t know anyone who lives around here.”

“I thought we should visit with Laura.”

Maud swiveled her head so fast her wig toppled off. She caught the blond monstrosity before it hit her lap and shoved it back on at a rakish angle. “Why would I want to see that hussy? Unless she intends to give me my money back or find me a replacement.”

“Maybe she does. She did call and leave a message a couple of days ago saying she needed to talk to me about something, perhaps that’s it.”

“I hope so. I might use the money to buy a new dress. Do you think I’d look good in one of those black leather outfits with the studs?”

“No, I think you’d look great in a nice pink twinset and pearls.”

“I can’t go on a date dressed like your mother. Can you imagine a man wanting to go out with her?”

“What date?”

“I’ve got a hot date tonight.”

Meg almost sideswiped a parked dark blue Ford station wagon as she turned to stare at Maud. No way did the old lady have a date. In the last week she hadn’t seen anyone because she’d followed Meg around like a bad smell. The only man she’d spoken to, other than Sam, was Mr. Bigelow from number four when she went to collect the mail.

“Mind where you’re going. I won’t be able to jiggle my boobs at the Carousel Club if you crash.” Meg glanced at Maud’s chest. The low cut of her dress revealed a singular lack of cleavage and more than a glimpse of chicken fillet escaping the top of her bra.

“You’ve got no idea how long it takes to recover from a broken hip when you get to my age. Mr. Sampson couldn’t service his wife for months. Fortunately, she’s lost interest since she had her hysterectomy. Not like me—”

Meg didn’t need to hear any more about what Maud was interested in. Besides, her brain was still trying to get around Maud thinking she had a date. “You have a date?”

“Sure, why’s that so hard to believe? I’m a good looking woman.” Maud grinned like a Cheshire cat. “And these new teeth cost me a mint. They’ve even got pretend diamonds in the front. See.”

Meg glanced back at Maud and tried not to grimace. The teeth added nothing to the package. “Please tell me you’re not seeing Mr. Bigelow.”

“I’m not seeing Mr. Bigelow.”

“So, who are you seeing then?”

“Mr. Bigelow.”

“But you just said it wasn’t him.”

“No, you said to say it wasn’t him.”

Meg could feel a pulse in her head. She was going to have an aneurism before the day was through and it was only just after nine in the morning.

“I meant … never mind. What about Mrs. Bigelow?”

“She’s not invited. I don’t do threesomes.”

Meg let out a loud sigh of exasperation.