Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (40 page)

When Zoe
introduced Vicky to her boss and secret lover, Vicky pouted inside when she saw
the devilishly handsome Mitchell Rowlett. His salt and pepper hair was styled
to perfection and his dark Armani suit was obviously custom. Zoe told Vicky
that under no circumstances was she to let on that she knew Zoe and Mitchell
were lovers. Mitchell demanded discretion and Vicky was the only person who Zoe
told of the affair. This made Vicky very happy.

“God, Zoe,” Vicky
said before she was introduced to Mitchell, “what’s the big fucking deal? You
and I are best friends.”

“It doesn’t
matter,” Zoe said, “Mitchell doesn’t want a soul to know. It would complicate
things terribly.”

“Complicate
what? You are not the married one,” Vicky said.

“Just don’t say
anything, okay? Mitchell is a...private person.”

“No, Mitchell is
a jerk! Come on, Zoe.”

“Vicky, please?
He loves me. He loves me and he’s going to leave her.”

“Sure he is.”

“He really is,” Zoe
said and wrung her hands.

Vicky hated her.
She was such a whimpering pussy.

Of course when Vicky
met Mitchell Rowlett she kept her mouth shut when Zoe introduced them. Until Zoe
was called out of Mitchell’s office to take a phone call.

Vicky sat down
in the leather club chair in front of Mitchell’s large mahogany desk. She
stared at the smooth wood and pictured Mitchell bending Zoe over the desk that
looked every bit as powerful as Mitchell himself and smiled at him when he sat
on top of the desk in front of her.

“You know, you
are very lucky to have Zoe as a friend,” Mitchell said and winked.

“Oh?” Vicky said
and stretched her arms over her head. “And why is that?”

“Well, she’s a
very special girl. A very warm, giving person.”

“Yes,” Vicky
said, “and beautiful.”

“Quite,”
Mitchell said and looked out the window of his office where he could see Zoe on
the telephone. “And clever.”

“Quite,” Vicky
said and seethed as she turned to spot who Mitchell was gazing at with such
longing. “You should take a picture.”

“What?” Mitchell
said and looked back at his lover’s friend.

“Or at least
wipe the drool from your chin,” Vicky said.

Mitchell gave Vicky
a long glance...pretty face, luscious tits and he was sure, from the way she
clocked his cock as he spread his legs on his desk, a more than willing pussy.
He licked his lips as he stared into Vicky’s bright blue eyes.

“You know,”
Mitchell said as he glanced out his window and stared at Zoe, “Zoe didn’t tell
me she has such a pretty roommate.”

“Really?” Vicky
said and arched her back slightly so her tits popped out. “Well, she told me
lots about you, Mitchell.”

Mitchell
returned Vicky’s stare. The little tease knew. He shifted on his desk. Vicky
bit her bottom lip and winked at Mitchell.

“Huh,” he said. “Well,
as they say, don’t believe everything you read in the papers.”

“I’m pretty sure
Zoe didn’t get the information she gave me about you from the papers, Mitchell.”

Vicky reached
out and dug her long fingernails into Mitchell’s thigh. He jumped slightly and
looked out his office window.

“She said you
are her best friend,” Mitchell said and shook his head.

“I am her best
friend,” Vicky said.

Vicky stood from
her chair, brushed past Mitchell and walked toward his office door. She placed
her hand on the doorknob and turned toward him.

“Seems you’re
implying that I’m the type of girl who would fuck her best friend’s
man...fuck...whatever you are.”

Mitchell shook
his head and looked at the floor.

“It’s okay. I
am. See you around, Mitchell.”

“When?” He said
and looked up.

But Vicky left.

Shortly after
Mitchell and Vicky’s encounter at his office, Zoe felt the dreaded pulling away
again.

She stared out
the window for hours trying to figure out what the issue was. She wondered if
Mitchell thought she let herself go so she tried extra hard to look her best.
When he even seemed less interested in her, she wondered if his wife started
being more forward toward him so Zoe threw herself at Mitchell, only to be
rejected every time. The one thing she never did was come out and ask Mitchell
if he no longer wanted her. She was too afraid of his answer. Zoe became
obsessed with changing Mitchell’s mind even though she did not know what was on
his mind. She only had the feeling.

Of course, had
she asked, Mitchell may have told her that he was too disappointed that she
told her friend of their affair. He may have even told her that he no longer
trusted her and vowed that he would never fuck her again. She was now a
liability.

What Mitchell
Rowlett certainly would not tell Zoe was the truth. And the truth was, he moved
on. To her best friend Vicky Westwood.

Vicky called
Mitchell at the office a few days after she met him. She wanted to speak to him
over the concern she felt about Zoe’s actions lately. She was very depressed, Vicky
said, more so than usual. Mitchell was very uncomfortable with the conversation.
However, when Vicky said that she’d meet him in the bar of the Copley Hotel, he
knew that Vicky’s distress was a ruse and he was more than willing to meet Zoe’s
concerned friend.

Water does seek
its own level and the morally bankrupt always find a way to come together like
magnets.

“Mitchell,” Vicky
said at the bar as she swirled her fingertip around the short, stubby rocks
glass that held her scotch, “I am concerned that Zoe is unable to handle this
affair. She’s a tender heart. A heart that is not strong enough to weather your
storm.”

“Oh?” Mitchell
said unable to tear his eyes away from the swell of Vicky’s tits, toppling over
her low-cut white jersey dress. “I’ve not noticed a change in her.”

“Of course you
wouldn’t,” Vicky said as she rested her hand on his arm, “your cock is still
getting sucked. Isn’t that right?”

Mitchell looked
around the bar and made sure no one heard his less than soft-spoken companion.

“Vicky--”

“Look, let’s cut
the shit, shall we? The truth is Zoe is in love with you. She--”

“Wait a minute. Zoe
knows--”

“Zoe knows shit.
And don’t interrupt me,” Vicky said and swiveled her stool toward him and
pressed her knee into the side of his thigh. “Zoe is convinced you will leave
your wife for her. Zoe is convinced that you will marry her.”

“
Marry
her? I never even suggested that to be a possibility,” Mitchell said and ran
his fingers through his hair. “Where would she get that idea? Absolutely not.”

“No, of course
not. You get that. Hell, I get that. Zoe, however, does not get that. You know,
she even writes her name with yours. Over and over again. She sits for hours
and writes your names. Even dots the
I’s
with hearts. It’s very sad.”

“Our
names...dots the
I
...why does she do that?”

“Practice for
the wedding invitations, silly.” Vicky said and flashed Mitchell a stunning
smile. “Yes...Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Rowlett, Zoe and Mitchell Rowlett. That
kind of thing. For hours.”

Mitchell rubbed
the five o’clock shadow on his chin and shook his head.

“I had no idea.
She acts as cool as a cucumber around me.”

“
Acts
being the operative word, Mitch. Nope, she’s got it bad for you.”

Mitchell looked
at Vicky and smiled. She licked her lips and slammed her scotch back.

“You called me
Mitch,” he said. “I like that.”

“Do you?” Vicky
said and reached under the bar and dragged her hand up his thigh toward his
stiffening cock. “I know a bunch of things that you like.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, such as,
you like to fuck Zoe most from behind. That when you slam your big, hard cock
into her pussy, she feels like she will split in half, and that you most want
to fuck her up the ass, but she’s terrified of the pain and refuses you. Must
be hard for a big, powerful man like you to be refused by such a silly little
girl, huh?”

Mitchell spread
his legs wider to give Vicky access to his hard cock. Her hand travelled up his
leg and clamped down on his bulge. Mitchell looked down in his lap and smiled. Vicky
pulsed her fingers against his hard cock and he took a deep breath and stared
at her.

“But you are not
a silly little girl, are you, Vicky?”

“Mitch, I don’t
do anything little or silly.”

“Go big or go
home, hmm?”

“Very big,” Vicky
said and looked down at Mitchell’s lap.

“That’s right,”
Mitchell said and pushed his hips toward the edge of his chair and leaned
toward Vicky. “I would love to show you how very big this is.”

“I think I have
an idea,” Vicky said and squeezed Mitchell’s cock. “But, before that, there are
some things I’d like to discuss.”

“I much prefer
action to discussion,” Mitchell said into Vicky’s ear.

“We’ll get to
that, bad boy. First, I want to make sure that Zoe never finds out about this
or any other subsequent encounter.”

Mitchell looked
at Vicky and groaned as she grabbed Mitchell’s cock tighter and pumped her hand
up and down.

“Fuck,” he said,
“you need to ease off. I’m going to cum in my pants.”

“I will continue
to jack that big cock off under this bar until you tell me what I need to hear.”

“Yes...of
course,” Mitchell said and moaned. “She will never know.”

“And you will
not ever fuck her again,” Vicky said and jacked Mitchell’s cock faster.

“Wait...what?”

“Just what I
said, Mitch. I don’t go second to anyone. If you want this pretty pussy, your
cock doesn’t so much as point in Zoe’s direction.

Vicky removed
her hand from Mitchell’s cock and turned toward him. She dragged the hem of her
dress up her plump, firm thighs and spread her legs wide. Mitchell licked his
lips as he stared at Vicky’s pussy...shaved bald and glistening with her
wetness.

“You’re so wet,”
Mitchell said as he stared at Vicky. “I need to suck on that juicy, swollen
pussy.”

“Yes, you do.
And you will. After you say it.”

Mitchell stared
at Vicky’s wet pussy as if it was a mirage and sighed. Saying what she wanted
him to say wasn’t really that much of a sacrifice. Mitchell Rowlett spent his
life saying things that he didn’t mean. He had to taste Vicky. And that desire,
superseded everything, as a person with lack of impulse control can attest to.

“Spread your
legs wider,” Mitchell said as he grabbed his cock. “I want to see the pink.”

Vicky spread her
legs wide and hitched her feet behind the foot rests on the stool. She leaned
back in her chair and sucked on her thumb as she stared Mitchell in his eyes.
Mitchell stared at her pussy, now soaking wet, and smiled. He looked into Vicky’s
shiny eyes and shook his head.

“You have no
fear, do you?” he said as he glanced around the bar to see if any of the
patrons noticed their antics.

“None,” Vicky
said.

“I will never
fuck her again,” Mitchell said and summoned the bartender.

Mitchell stood
and threw fifty dollars on the bar and held his hand out to Vicky. She smiled
and slid out of her chair.

“Now, about that
pussy,” he said as he grabbed Vicky by her wrist.

Vicky giggled as
Mitchell dragged her out of the bar and into the lobby toward the front door.

“Wait,” she said
and yanked her hand from Mitchell’s tight grasp, “where are we going?”

“My car,” he
said. “My driver is waiting.”

Vicky shook her
head as she fished through her purse. She pulled a room key out of her bag and
held it up to Mitchell’s face.

“My room,” Vicky
said and grabbed Mitchell’s wrist and dragged him toward the elevator. “My
pussy is waiting.”

Soon Vicky and
Mitchell were meeting in every hotel, limousine and alley in Boston. The rich
executive couldn’t get enough of her.

Instinctively
Mitchell knew that he was hurting Zoe, but he would not allow himself to explore
the niggling guilt he felt when he looked out his office window and locked eyes
with his beautiful former paramour. The truth that Mitchell would not face was
that Zoe Nicolas was far too good for him.

However, Mitchell
was a master at twisting and molding the truth into something that was far more
palatable.

So he convinced
himself that breaking away from Zoe was the best thing for
her
. That
eventually, she’d meet another man and he would place the memory of her on the
mantle in his brain next to all the other trophies he collected over the years.
But she wasn’t getting the hint and like a magnet, she clung more as he tried
to pry himself away.