บท 164: Chapter 164: Triad, Part 7

James

As it passes, I lie atop her, panting as she strokes my hair and shoulders, then kisses my cheek. My heart slowing and my breathing returning to normal, I roll to one side, then pat the sheets for her to lie alongside me. “I feel like some fucking fourteen-year-old who's discovering that his balls aren't just ornaments anymore.”

She bursts out laughing. “Master, you can fuck me five times a day over this weekend if you want to.”

He came. He saw. He came again….

“Less of the mirth from you, Madam. You have your other lover to satisfy as well. Do you want to spend the whole of the weekend with your knees in different time zones?”

“On which subject,” comes a voice, “Move over. There’s room for another in that bed.” Michael stands there, leaning against the bathroom door, his hair still damp from the shower, good humour writ large.

Oh, God… How much of that did he hear?

As I settle beside her, “How long have you been there?”