Page 145 of Duty and Desire
I was up three of them when I heard. “Good, Mo. Glad you’re here. We need to ask you a few questions too.”
This meant I pivoted and went right back down to watch Mo ushering in Mitch Lawson and Brock Lucas.
Fabulous.
I knew Mitch and Brock because they were cops, they got around. And I worked at a strip joint, and there were always lots of people around and by the law of averages, some of those people did things cops were interested in.
We weren’t best buds, but they were good guys that on occasion had to talk to me because of, say, one of the girls dating someone who was a fuckface or Smithie calling in the police when he suspected someone was dealing from a car parked in the club parking lot.
Though I liked them, they were two more men I had to get out of my house before I could suck Mo’s massive cock and then ride it, this prior to getting to know him better in other ways.
“Hey, Lottie,” Mitch greeted.
“Mitch.”
“Lottie,” Brock said.
“Hey, Brock.”
“Lottie.”
That last was a growl.
I looked to my mound of hunkalicious boyfriend and got his message.
Definitely time to get dressed.
“I’m gonna get dressed. Don’t start without me,” I said to Mitch and Brock, and before they could reply, I twirled and ran up the stairs to get dressed.
Mo joinedme in order to put on a shirt.
This was a heavy burden to bear, after waiting so long wondering what was under that shirt, finally having it, liking it a whole lot, and then again having it hidden away from me.
But hopefully this would all be over soon, I could call in sick, we could both get naked again and recommence the celebratory festivities.
I put on cloud-gray joggers with a matching slouchy top that fell off my shoulder, only to have Mo inquire, “You just can’t do it, can you?” with his eyes assessing my outfit.
For goodness sake.
“This outfit isn’t sexy,” I informed him.
“Babe, there was time for me to get on my knees right now, I’d do it to thank God you don’t got a dick. But I do. So that’s my call. And it is.”
I couldn’t argue that.
So I used, “All those men are very taken, Mo.”
His gaze cut from my outfit to my face. “Yeah, so am I.By you. And now I gotta be interviewed by the cops fighting getting hard.”
Oh.
Well then.
I struggled against smiling while I asked, “What do you want me to wear?”
“Until this house is empty but you and me, a shroud.”
Okay.
