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by Michelle Hoppe

  “I think we should spend the day in bed.”

  “As wonderful as it sounds, we cannot.”

  “Why not angel? Today is Tuesday, the club is closed this evening and I can think of nothing I’d rather do than spend the day playing with your body, listening to you scream with pleasure as I make you cum.”

  “No, not possible.”

  Reaching for her nipple he gently twisted it between his finger and thumb. “You doubt I can make you scream with pleasure?”

  “There is no doubt at all you can make me scream with pleasure. This does not change things; we cannot stay in bed all day. We need to tell the staff of our marriage and find out what is going on between Greg and Sophia.”

  “You think the staff doesn’t already know of our marriage?”

  “I’m sure they have been told darling, but I at least must give them a few minutes after my long absence. Please understand.”

  He was always surprised when she took him so seriously. “Victoria, I am teasing. Of course, we will see the staff and let them fawn all over you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now out of bed you lazy woman and come take a shower with me.” Extending his hand, he helped her from the bed. Following behind him, they walked to the bathroom.

  “You know I usually drink several cups of coffee before I bathe.”

  “Time for a new routine angel, you’re a married woman now and we may need to adjust the morning ritual.”

  “Then again we could make sure Yvette has the coffee ready before you wake me next time.”

  Pulling her body close to his, he walked her into the shower. “I will be happy to show you a new way to wake up, my love.” Reaching for the faucet, he turned the water on and gently pushed her under the showerhead. Taking the soap from the shelf, he lathered his hands and began stroking her skin.

  “That feels wonderful.”

  “It gets better.”

  Handing her the bar of soap he waited while she lathered her hands. Their bodies now covered in suds, he massaged her breasts as her hands worked his cock. “Where are the toys?”

  “What toy did you have in mind?”

  “Hmm a dong, like the one you used in Nassau.”

  “Still in my suitcase darling, we never unpacked.”

  Still rubbing her body with soap, he bent to run his fingers up her inner thigh. “Perhaps you have one easier to find?”

  “I believe I do.” She smiled up into his eyes, turned under the water, and washed away his handiwork. “You rinse off, I’ll go find it.” She stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around her body.

  “Don’t start without me.”

  “You better hurry then.”

  Needing no further tempting, he made fast work of rinsing off and toweling dry. He found her lying in the middle of the bed, her knees bent, legs spread slightly, and her fingers moving a dong in and out of her pussy. Walking to the foot of the bed, he watched as she worked the dildo deep inside. He loved watching her face as she worked her magic. The intense pleasure in her eyes, the soft sounds escaping her lips, the way she held her breath as she pulled her muscles tight. His cock swelled with need.

  Placing his hands on the bed, he edged forward to kiss her ankle, sliding his tongue up her leg to her knee, then nibbling a moment on her lower thigh. She turned on a vibrator and held it to her clit, the dong still firmly pressed deep in her pussy. He watched as she made circular movements over her clit, lifting her ass off the bed slightly. Attaching his lips to her upper thigh he sucked on her skin, a small gasp of pleasure letting him know he hit a sensitive area. He could smell her juice as the vibrator moved in small circles.

  Increasing the suction on her inner thigh, he felt her lift her hips off the bed, and moved his hand to the dong. As she held the vibe tight on her clit, he began to pull back on the soft gel penis. Her breath caught as her muscles tried to keep it inside her pussy. He continued to back it out until her muscles no longer pulled, then slammed it hard deep inside. She screamed as it hit the back wall of her vagina; the vibrator fell from her hand. Pumping against his hand holding the dong in place, she arched her back lifting her ass high as the orgasm gripped her body.

  Moving quickly, he held her ass in the air and lowered his mouth to her clit, sucking it into his mouth and she screamed again. Her body shook as he sucked her clit hard. Again, she pumped against his face, his chin preventing the dildo from sliding out as her muscles contracted. Endless moans of pleasure continued to roll from her throat as her orgasm released wave after wave of cum.

  He released the suction on her clit, removed the dong, and pushed her legs up to her shoulders. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her ass in the air and drove his cock home. Pumping hard, he thrust deep, slamming over and over until he felt the fluid flow free. Closing his eyes he continued to pump, driving jizzim out of his rod with each thrust. Slowing his movements, he allowed her legs to drop flat on the bed as his cock slid from inside. Still on his knees between her legs, he bent his head back, opened his mouth, and exhaled loudly.

  Carefully dropping on the bed beside her, he pulled her back to his chest. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the back of her neck. “Now wasn't that so much better than coffee?”

  “Yes.”

  Rolling off the bed as he flipped her over, he slapped her ass. “Okay, time to get dressed and go share our happy news with the staff.” Before she could react, he returned to the bathroom to shave.

  *

  Still needing coffee, she moved from one cabinet to the next, opening doors and slamming them shut. “Where the hell do they keep things around here?”

  “Look in the freezer.”

  She had not heard Jason enter the room. “Why in hell would the coffee be in the freezer?”

  “Victoria, my love, go take a quick shower. By the time you are done, I will have a pot of coffee waiting.”

  “Good thing you know about such matters, or we would starve.”

  “Did no one ever teach you to cook?”

  “I was raised by my grandmamma. She had a great many people who did these things for us. Her idea of teaching me domestic duties, was to train me on the fine art of directing servants to do things right.”

  “Well some day when we are not pressed for time, I will instruct you in the proper use of a coffee pot.”

  “Smart ass.” She paused to brush his cheek with her lips, then went to shower and dress. “Make it strong handsome, I have a feeling I’m going to need it,” she called back before closing the bathroom door.

  Twenty minutes later, she and Jason walked down the stairs to find Pierre. Noting the lack of activity, they walked into the club, greeted at once by the loud applause of the staff. Everyone who worked at Belle Tori was there. Pierre must have stayed up all night arranging this party. The club was decorated for a wedding reception, including a wedding cake, presents, and the entire staff waiting to wish them the best.

  Making the rounds, they received kisses, pats on the back, and best wishes from everyone there. People took turns making toasts in their honor and soon the liquor flowed freely. Victoria felt content to be home, happy with the prospect of a long and happy life with Jason.

  The party wound down about one o'clock in the morning. After sending the last of the guests on their way, they made their way upstairs, Greg joining them. Jason made more coffee, unwilling to call it a night until he had a chance to speak with his son about his relationship with Sophia.

  Victoria was tired, yet not tired. She felt the warm glow of love surround her. Taking Greg by the hand, she led him to the living room to get comfortable. “Did you enjoy the party?”

  “Yes, very much so.”

  “You realize you are welcome to stay with us as long as you like?”

  “Thank you.” She noticed his smile. “I am in no hurry to leave.”

  “Sophia?”

  “Oui. She is delightful, loving, and fun.”

  Victoria watched as Jason carried a tray with coffee and mugs t
o the table, waiting while he poured some for each of them. “Your son seems to have no immediate plans to leave us. Is it not wonderful?”

  “I’m delighted he is enjoying himself. And now I think he should fill us in on his affair with the fair Sophia.” Jason joined her on the couch, pulling her close to his body and draping his arm around her shoulder.

  “There is little to tell, Jason. I find her enchanting. We are exploring our feelings for each other.”

  “Exploring is a nice way of putting it.”

  She noticed his voice was slightly sarcastic and poked him in the side.

  “That will be enough from you, angel. I know I’ve only been a father for a day, but I think since his mother is not here, I should at least try to give some sage advice.”

  Greg interrupted them, “Sir, I am twenty-one, and have been choosing my own women for a long time.”

  She decided to wait and see what direction this conversation took before stepping in again.

  “Greg, it is not my plan to choose your women for you. I simply want to make sure you do not move too quickly.”

  “As you did when you met your lovely wife?”

  “Nice shot.” Victoria could not resist.

  Jason laughed, “I will deal with you in a little while, angel. As for you son, all I ask is you take time to make sure this is what you truly want. Do not rush headlong into something without thinking of your future.”

  “If Pierre is to be believed, my future is helping run this club.”

  “There are endless possibilities for your future Greg, this club is only one of them.”

  Again, Victoria could not resist responding. “Yes, but this one is the most fun.”

  Both men laughed and shook their heads in agreement. Jason squeezed her hand and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “There is plenty of time for him to decide if this life suits him.”

  “Trust me father, this life suits me.”

  She saw the joy light his eyes at having his son call him father for the first time. “Perhaps we should invite your mother for a visit and see what she thinks of your choice?”

  As if her words were an omen, Greg’s cell phone started ringing. “Hello.” He answered it. “Mother, how nice of you to call, we were just discussing the possibility of your coming for a visit.” He shrugged his shoulders and gave them a lopsided grin. With sign language, he indicated he would take the call on the balcony and left the room.

  “See what you did?”

  “What I did?” she countered.

  “You had to bring up his mother.”

  “Excuse me; I believe it was you who brought her into the conversation not two minutes ago.” She poked him in the side again for good measure.

  Before he could respond, Greg came back into the room, a strange look on his face. “Is everything all right?” Jason asked.

  “She already has plans to be here.”

  “Here?” They both questioned at once.

  “Oui, here in Las Vegas, next week. She is staying at a hotel called Luxor. She wants to talk to you when she arrives.” He directed this statement to Jason.

  “Does she know…?”

  “About the club? Yes, apparently Mr. Larson, the family attorney in New York, felt it important to tell her about this place when he discovered I moved out of the hotel.”

  “Hell.”

  Watching the way the thought of facing Babbitt Parker affected these two strong men, Victoria jumped in, “Your mother sounds wonderful Greg, I cannot wait to meet her.” Seeing the exact look of pain cross both faces, she started laughing. “If you two could see your faces…” She stopped speaking as they exchanged looks and found herself unable to continue through her laughter.

  Ignoring her completely, Jason spoke to Greg, “Perhaps we should arrange a car to pick her up at the airport. I can meet her at the hotel after she is settled in.”

  Her fit under control, Victoria chimed in, “I think we should bring her here.” Looking in Greg’s direction, she asked, “Greg, is her husband coming as well?”

  “My mother is not married.”

  “Is she attached?”

  “Just what are you cooking up in that brain of yours, angel?”

  “Shh, perhaps she will be perfect for Pierre.”

  “You are not serious!” Jason’s voice rose.

  She heard Greg cough to get their attention. “As much as I would like to stay and watch this argument, I am going to bed.”

  “Good night, son. We will discuss this more in the morning. Decide the best way to handle things.”

  “Good night.” Greg went down the hall to the guest room and closed the door.

  “Tomorrow could be a very interesting day.”

  “You will drop this idea of playing matchmaker, Victoria. I have not seen this woman in twenty-one years. I doubt I will ever forgive her for not telling me about Greg. I will be polite to her, explain my position, and then I want her on a plane back to France. Do I make myself clear?”

  “I am teasing, Jase. We need to make this as easy on Greg as possible. You should at least hear her reasons before you decide if she should be forgiven.”

  “I will think about it. Now, my beautiful bride, it is time to get some sleep.”

  “I could not agree more, my love. Take me to bed.”

  Holding out her hand to him, she followed Jason to their room and undressed; however, the sun would be washing the early morning sky with diffused light before they slept.

  Chapter 20

  Life at Belle Tori could return to normal. The staff party for the newlyweds turned out great and he was planning another, larger party for next week. Sophia had mailed invitations to the club’s members, inviting them to spend a weekend celebrating the marriage of Victoria and Jason. He would need to let them know the plans sometime today.

  He also expected Greg to help with the preparations, if he could get him to stop disappearing with Sophia three times a day. Perhaps, with his father back in residence, they would be a little more discreet, unlike a few days ago when twice, one of the cleaning staff found them naked in a guest room. Never knowing when or where the pair might be next, he told Greg to make sure he locked the door from now on.

  Knowing he had the morning to himself, with the late hours of last night, he picked up the mail from the security room. With everything that happened in the last couple of days, there was a considerable amount to go through. He wanted to get it sorted before the phones started ringing.

  Climbing the stairs, he took the stack to his office and dropped it on his desk. Pouring a cup of coffee from the carafe on the side table, he sat down and took a few sips. Life is good, Pierre thought to himself, and getting better every day.

  Setting his cup aside, he started flipping through the mail. Coming to a plain white envelope with no return address, he stared at the neatly typed letters. Below the club’s address was the following: Jason Hunter, Open Immediately. Reaching for the letter opener, Pierre figured it was tickets to a show or an invitation to the opening of a casino. He could not understand why they would address it to Jason instead of Victoria.

  Pulling the single white sheet of paper from inside, he opened and scanned the letter before dropping it on the desk. Looking down he stared at a neat row of words. Cut from a magazine or newspaper, small squares or rectangles each containing a single word. Pasted in five rows they made up the entire contents of the unsigned letter. Reading a second time he reacted, “What the hell!”

  “I don’t know.”

  Pierre looked up to find Jason leaning in the doorframe. “WHAT?”

  “Foul mood this morning?”

  “Sorry, my mind was on the mail.”

  “Far be it for me to keep you from important work. I just stopped by to let you know Babbitt Parker will be arriving next week.”

  Pierre heard the words, yet could not respond, his eyes drawn back to the sheet of paper on his desk.

  “DuMonte, did you hear me?”

  Pierre
whipped his eyes back up, “Oui, come in and close the door.”

  “What the hell is the matter with you?”

  “Jason, close the door and lock it.” He waited until he heard the lock slide home before continuing. “There is a letter here you need to see but do not touch the paper.” He watched as Jason approached the desk and with a pencil turned the page so he could read it.

  lane belongs to me

  Matt discovered this truth

  when the bullet hit his heart

  you will discover it too hunter

  leave Las Vegas or die

  He watched as Jason read the words, knew the moment he realized the implication of what it said. “Holy shit, has anyone else seen this?”

  “No.”

  “When did it arrive?”

  “Sometime in the last two or three days, with everything going on I have not opened the mail since Saturday. It was addressed to you, I thought it was advertising.”

  “Do you still have the envelope?”

  “Yes.”

  Jason dropped into the chair in front of the desk and stared at the words again. “You told me Matt was killed in a random shooting.”

  “That is what the investigators concluded.”

  “Apparently they were mistaken.”

  “You think this is real.”

  “You want to take a chance it’s not?”

  “Fuck no.”

  *

  Jason was stunned. How could this be? Is it possible Matt died because he married Victoria? “Bloody fucking hell.” Jason read the letter one more time, unable to fathom how this could be happening. His anger boiled to the surface as he realized Victoria could also be in danger. “I want you to call Thomas Green. Have him find three bodyguards and get them here now. Tell him to make sure they are armed and know it involves a death threat.”

  “You will have to tell Victoria.”

  “We have to tell everyone. I want you to have Sophia call the members and tell them the club will close until further notice. Tell them the toilet is broken or something. I want this estate locked down tight, the security system on twenty-four hours a day. Have Greg call his mother and explain now is not the time for a visit. While you get things going here, I will deliver the letter to the police”