Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11

... because you wear the pants in your family. Now I'm going to take them off." He proceeds to do so. As he rubs her sex she presses hard against his hand in response but she has tears in her eyes. Mike quits and she moans. "I want you so bad but I wanted you to like my cooking, too." Mike shrugs and says, "Okay. Let's try your cooking first then." He lets her up and they go to the kitchen. As she sits near him to eat she whispers, "I'm sorry I can't just drop everything for you when you come in. I'd like to but that's not the way I was raised. Please don't hate me for it?" "Everyone has their own priorities. Some differ from others. I can accept that." "Did you get any information that was useful today?" "I haven't sorted it all out in my mind yet. I talked with Mrs. Harrison, all the staff that was on site at The Gardens the night of the murder and a few of Jay Scanlon's girls. He's a pimp, by the way. He was Flo's pimp. I haven't been able to talk to him yet. He may be our perp. I need a lot more proof. His alibi to the police doesn't wash. I think that about covers it." "Wow! It sounds like you were busy. What did they all say?" Mike goes through each interview almost word for word, leaving Trudy out of it. Nina hangs on to every word as she chews her food. She is visibly agitated by the time he's finished. "Three of the girls at The Gardens were hookers? I wish I could go with you when you meet with these people. It sounds so thrilling." "Your supper is delicious. How ...

... about your day? The Staff Sgt. giving you a rough time, yet?" "No, they haven't changed my duties at all. Everything is normal. No one has mentioned the search. I'm sure they know you had the file but they also know it’s long gone, now. It is, isn't it?" "You don't want to know." "Mike! You still have it?" "Not on me." "Mike, you’re taking an awful risk. Not just for you, but for me as well. I hope you know what you're doing." "You'll have to trust me." "I do! I truly do. But I worry about you. Oh God, how I worried about you today." She gets up and sits in his lap to kiss him. "Now your home and safe. I just want to hold on to you." "Let's go back to the couch." He slips an arm under her legs and picks her up. He carries her into the living room. She melts against him as he gently lays her on the couch and lies down beside her. He plays with her breasts through her bra then removes it so her nipples press little bumps in her blouse. He lowers his lips to blow hot breath through the material onto them as his hands seek her sex and open the way. She moans and quivers in anticipation, reaching to open his pants. He teases and excites her for quite a while until she suddenly gasps and writhes against him. She's long passed ready to accept him but he fondles and teases her more. She cries out his name, begging for his entry and that's when he gives her what she craves. He paces himself so she climaxes repeatedly then reaches his zenith so they collapse together. Weakly they lay ...