The request astounded her.
Her knees buckled but he tucked her against him and took her weight.
“Such a dear girl,” he murmured. “Here, sit down on the bed. We’ll take it slow.”
Need was consuming her but Talia followed his orders. She watched as he began taking off his clothes. His hands were unsteady but he acted as if they had all the time in the world.
She couldn’t believe this had been in front of her for so many years. Why hadn’t she noticed sooner? It was so hot and powerful. And forbidden. Yet she felt surrounded by affection. How could she not have seen it?
Roger was soon naked in front of her and his cock pointed straight at her face. She took in a deep breath. He was in good shape for his age. His work with the horses had kept him lean and fit but, at the moment, all she could see was his magnificent cock.
May lightning come to strike her down, but she wanted it inside her.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he said when he saw the look on her face. He slowly dropped to his knees in front of her. “Have mercy.”
His arms wrapped around her waist and his head dropped into her lap.
They sat that way for a long time, with his head propped on her thigh and his hot breaths stirring the wet crotch of her panties. Talia knew he was giving her time but she didn’t need it. Her panties were already wet and sticky. She tried to control her body but her hips twitched.
He lifted his head. “Are you ready? I don’t want to rush you.”
He licked his tongue across one of her pouting nipples and the effect was electric. The sensation shot straight to her core. Her hips pumped more aggressively and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out.
“Please, Roger,” she begged.
“I’m coming, little one. Just hold on. I’ll take care of it.”
He reached for her panties. “Lift,” he said gently.
Talia did as she was told and she watched as he stripped her. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. The vision was so bizarre. He pulled the wet silk garment down her thighs, past her calves and over her red shoes.
“You can leave those on,” he said with a soft smile. “I like them.”
Her excitement flared so hot, she thought she’d melt.
“Why don’t you open your legs a little wider, so I can get at you better?” he suggested.
His hands settled on her knees and Talia’s heart suddenly thudded in her chest. She needed this badly but she’d looked him straight in the face. This was Roger. Uncle Roger. Her thighs locked together. She couldn’t spread her legs and show him her most private self. He increased the pressure, though, and she had to submit.
“Oh,” he groaned. “You’re so lovely.”
His look was like fire. Talia’s fingers clenched the comforter beneath her.
“Are you soft?” he asked.
She watched with frozen anticipation as he reached for her. He stuck out his middle finger and began probing her. The touch was like a firebrand.
“Easy,” he said, as if he was comforting one of his mares. “Settle down, little one. It won’t hurt.”
His disquieting touch settled on her again. She groaned when his finger slid into her and pressed deep.
“God, you’re as tight as a fist.”
Talia felt out of control. She’d never been consumed by such wildness before. Her pussy finally had something to clamp down onto and she began to ride it.
“Wait,” he said. “This will help.”
He leaned forward and put his mouth on her. Her back arched like a bow. Looking down, all she could see was the top of his familiar gray head. The sight set her loose.
“Oh, God!” she cried. “Yes.”
His mouth was hot as he suckled her and his wiggling finger set off tiny explosions. His tongue was wicked. It was thick, strong and raspy. He licked, suckled and probed until her body was one big, throbbing mass.
Talia couldn’t think. She could hardly breathe. She felt his finger pull out of her and his hands settle on her thighs. He spread her legs wider and his mouth became more intimate. When his tongue pressed into her channel, she lost all control.
Her hands came down on his head to hold him and her hips began pumping obsessively. His mouth was voracious. She writhed underneath him and her cries turned into whimpers.
“Come, little one,” he said, his voice muffled against her wet flesh. “Let me feel you come.”
His nose brushed against her clit and a lightning bolt shot through her system. She fell back on the bed but he wouldn’t let her go. His mouth continued working on her as the orgasm consumed her. Bright color flashed behind Talia’s eyelids. At last, she collapsed against the mattress.
Roger crawled up over her with an intent look on his face. “So responsive,” he said roughly. “If I’d known, I would have grabbed you when you were eighteen and run off with you. To hell with anybody who didn’t like it.”
He settled down over her and she felt his erection prodding at her. Her head was still spinning but she drew her knees to her chest, opening herself to him.
“I’m sorry, dear, but I can’t wait,” he said in a tight voice.
“Don’t,” she panted. “Please don’t.”
His hands slid under her bottom and he lifted her to him. With one smooth thrust, he slid into her.
“Oh, Roger,” she moaned. She was astonished by the hard heat of him.
“That’s my little one,” he said.
He began thrusting slowly. Talia’s body quickly rose to a response. He’d been so patient with her, making sure she took her pleasure first. She had to make this good for him. Her heart opened to him as she held him tightly. Taking care not to leave scratch marks, she raked her fingers down his back.
He jerked inside her. It told her how much he was holding back.
“Fuck me, Roger,” she whispered into his ear. “Fuck me like you’ve always wanted.”
His hips plunged and her back bowed. Oh, dear God. She’d never imagined…
His long cock was stroking deep and fast within her. She was so stimulated, she didn’t know how long she’d last. She made herself hold back, waiting for him.
“You’re so hot and wet. And tight,” he said between thrusts. “My God, why are you still so tight?”
Talia rained kisses along his shoulder. Their connection felt so good. She never would have believed that she’d feel so natural with him like this. His fingers dipped deeper into the crevice of her bottom as he lifted her higher and she groaned.
“You like it,” he said. “I can feel it. You’re grabbing me.”
She was. She couldn’t deny it.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“I… Oh, Roger,” she gasped.
“Tell me,” he coaxed.
“It’s hot. And I feel… Oh, God… So full.”
He kissed her wildly. “Such a dear young thing.”
“Oh, please, Roger,” she panted. “Harder. Please, harder.”
He thrust almost savagely and the mattress bounced. Talia cried out in pleasure. At last, he wasn’t holding back. He was giving her all he had.
“Get ready,” he said. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”
She rolled her head to the side and saw their reflection in the mirror. She watched, mesmerized, as he rammed in and out of her. The picture they made together was as beautiful as it was obscene. His silver hair shined in the moonlight and her red high heels glowed against his back. It would be difficult to think of him as her uncle ever again.
“Roger,” she cried. “Oh, Roger.”
His hips were pumping and the sounds of their mating echoed around the room. It didn’t take long for him to crest. Talia was right there with him. Her toes curled inside her shoes and her body tightened. Desperately, she pulled him down for a hot kiss. She moaned as his orgasm joined hers.
Afterwards, he lay upon her heavily, totally spent. She wrapped her arms around him and gently caressed his sweaty back. She felt
so moved by what had just happened between them.
“I knew it would be like this,” he whispered into her ear.
“I had no idea,” she admitted.
“You must have been curious, though.” He lifted his head so he could look at her. “Why else did you finally turn to me?”
The truth came crashing back.
Talia pushed away the feelings of guilt almost petulantly. She didn’t want anything to spoil this. Tonight had been special. That was the way she always wanted to remember it. “You were right,” she said quietly. “Lydia just pushed me too far.”
“Don’t let her get to you,” he said. He rolled them onto their sides, taking care not to slip out of her. Leisurely, he gave her a full-mouthed kiss. “I’ll give you a donation for the charity auction. She doesn’t need to know.”
Talia let her hand slide down to his tight butt. Once again, she was caught by what a sweet man he was. Too sweet and caring to be trapped in such a loveless marriage. “Why don’t you divorce her?” she asked before she could stop herself.
He lifted one eyebrow dramatically. “She’s cheaper to keep.”
Talia let out a huff. “Why does it always come down to money?”
The look he gave her was gentle. “It’s a harsh fact of life, dear. The world revolves around money. Those who don’t have it, work to get it. Those who have it, fight to keep it.”
And Lydia would fight to keep that bracelet. Talia knew it as well as she knew her own name.
The back of her neck tingled. It was dangerous for her to be here—and in more ways than one. She’d already stayed too long but she really hadn’t had an opportunity to escape. She hadn’t wanted one, either.
“I’ve got to go,” she said reluctantly. “I don’t want her to find me here.”
“No, don’t.” His arm tightened around her. “Stay the night.”
“I can’t,” she said. She tried to pull away but he caught her bottom and thrust deeper into her.
“Please,” he said. He looked deep into her eyes. “For me?”
The look on his face was so pleading. He’d waited for this for so long and he’d shown her so much affection.
She couldn’t say no.
“Just the night,” she finally agreed. “You know that’s all it can ever be.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
His hand skimmed up her body and cupped her breast. Talia gave herself over to the feelings coursing inside her. She needed this night as much as he did. Dangerous as it was, she’d take the solace he offered.
Come morning, though, she’d be gone.
Nobody could ever know what had happened between them.
Chapter Seven
“Help! My bracelet! It’s gone!”
The alarm was sounded only a few hours later, catching Talia at a particularly bad time. She was astride Roger’s cock and riding at a harsh pace. She froze with him deep inside her when the scream came barreling down the hall.
“Oh God, Lydia,” Roger growled. “Not now.”
Talia’s body was on fire but a chill ran down her spine. The bracelet! How had Lydia noticed it was missing so quickly? Her fingers curled on Roger’s chest. She’d been worried about getting caught but, if she were caught now, she’d be paying for more than just one sin.
Dread suddenly filled her, cooling her ardor. Why hadn’t she left? She’d had the perfect opportunity half an hour ago but, instead of sneaking out, she’d chosen to wake Roger for one last go-around. Now she was trapped.
“Where is it?” The frantic voice echoed down the hallway. “Somebody’s taken it!”
“Ignore her,” Roger said. His hands settled on her hips and began guiding them up and down.
“I can’t,” Talia gasped. Suddenly, his cock inside her felt wrong.
“Try.” With a smooth move, he rolled her onto her back and began thrusting hard. “I’ll go see what the problem is as soon as we’re finished.”
Her hips automatically rose to meet his but the sound of the headboard bumping against the wall made her cringe. It was also making her cream. Her attention was split, heightening her sense of danger. Had he locked the door?
She couldn’t remember.
Her neck arched against the pillow. Lydia was going to find her here!
And like this!
“Roger!”
A hard knock on the bedroom door made Talia buck. She tried to push Roger off of her but he just caught the back of her thighs and pressed her legs upward toward her chest. The position allowed him to plow even deeper into her.
She choked back a cry. He was getting off on this!
The doorknob rattled but refused to budge. “Damn it, you lazy fool,” Lydia screeched. “Get out here and help me.”
“Christ,” Roger muttered. His cock stilled and he fought for air. He looked down at Talia with disappointment. With a groan, he dislodged his body from hers. “Remember where we were. This will just take a moment.”
Talia’s pussy cried out at the loss but she scrambled off the bed and crouched down to hide as he pulled on his pants. She’d been taking abuse from Lydia Thorton for most of her life but now she deserved it. She’d been caught fucking the woman’s husband.
“What is it, Lydia?” Roger said as he opened the door. He stuck his head in the opening and blocked his wife from entering.
The crouched position made Talia’s pussy throb. She pressed her lips together to keep from making a sound and risked a quick peek at the reflection of the two in the mirror.
For once Lydia didn’t look tacky. She looked unkempt. Her hair was wild and, for the first time ever, her face was devoid of makeup.
“It’s my bracelet, you idiot,” the woman said. “Don’t you have ears? I’ve been screaming my head off trying to get your attention.”
Using the door as cover, Roger pulled on his robe and belted it. His hard cock formed a thick bulge beneath the tie ends. “What about your bracelet, dear? I was trying to sleep.”
Sleep? Talia closed her eyes guiltily. They couldn’t have been further from sleeping.
“It’s been stolen.” Lydia shoved her way inside and snapped her fingers in front of her husband’s face. “Listen to me! It’s just like what happened to the Harringtons.”
“Now, dear.” He gripped her shoulders firmly, pushing her back into the hallway and holding her away from him and the evidence of his hanky-panky. “Don’t get carried away.”
“Carried away?” Lydia batted at him and raked her hand through her hair. The overly-hairsprayed strands stuck nearly upright. “I’ve called the police. They’re going to be here any minute.”
Talia’s blood froze in her veins. The police?
No.
She needed to get out of the house. Now.
“You’ve already called the police?” Roger threw a glance back into the bedroom and acted impatient. “I wish you hadn’t done that. Don’t you think you should have looked a little harder? Couldn’t you have just misplaced it?”
“Misplaced it? Good heavens. I’m not a simpleton! You know very well that I take excellent care of my jewelry.” Lydia’s hands clenched into fists. “It was the antique silver one with the inlaid tigereyes—and it wasn’t in my jewelry box where I left it!”
“All right, all right,” he muttered. “Let’s go look for it.”
He closed the door behind him and Talia was off like a shot. She rounded the bed and found her dress still lying in a heap on the floor. Had Lydia seen it? She didn’t have time to worry. She yanked the red fabric up over her hips and affixed the snap at the back of her neck. She yanked up the zipper at her lower back as she looked for her purse. She found it soon enough on the dresser where she’d put it.
A flash of color from the floor caught her eye and she saw her panties. Her mouth dropped agape. She could only hope that Lydia’s mind had been on the missing bracelet. There was no other way she could have missed the telltale sign that her husband was cheating.
Talia frantically
threw her panties in her in purse. Her shoes. Where were her shoes?
She found them but her attention was on the conversation down the hallway. Panic flew through her. They were in Lydia’s bedroom, effectively blocking her escape route to the back door.
She spun around. She’d have to go out the front way.
Red lights flashed through the window.
Her hand went to her heart as she scurried over to look outside. It was too late! The police were here.
“Damn!” she whispered into the darkened room. “Damn, damn, damn.”
She was trapped. She couldn’t make it to the back door and she certainly couldn’t go out the front.
Maybe sneaking out a side window was an option. The idea was quickly shot down when she peeked outside again. Three squad cars had gathered in front of the house, and policemen with flashlights were already taking a look around the premises.
There was no way out. She backed away from the window before she was spotted. There was nothing she could do but hide.
* * * * *
Detective Riley Kinkade arrived on the scene ten minutes after the first squad car. Before opening the door of his unmarked sedan, he took a long draw on his cup of coffee. Damn, but he hated the night shift. Fernandez better get back from vacation soon. The guy owed him big time. Look what he’d gotten for being a nice guy and covering for him—two high-profile robberies within a week.
A hysterical female clambered down the front steps of the house and he knew his time was up. Taking a deep breath, he got out of the car and walked toward her. The woman’s silk robe flapped in the breeze and her hands fluttered in midair as if she were trying to take flight.
“My bracelet… Stolen! Just like Shelli’s… Gone from my jewelry box…”
“Slow down, slow down,” he said as her words tumbled over one another. She was upset, he could tell, but he hadn’t been able to understand a word she’d said. “Let’s start with your name.”
“It’s Lydia Thorton!” she said, offended for some reason. “I told that to the person on the phone.”
She spun around, looking at the people in her yard. “Who’s in charge here?”
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