Free Hunger's Mate by A. C. Arthur

he’d know that body anywhere. Every step she took was like her hand stroking along his naked body. His dick grew harder as the video played, as she moved from the building to her car, her hands sliding along the steering wheel. He remembered her hands and her hot little mouth, so eager to please. He remembered everything about her, everything about the way she made him feel on a daily basis. He also remembered that she’d stolen from him and she’d run away. Two things he could not forgive.
    He’d told her to never run away, to never leave him. She’d promised she wouldn’t. And then she had.
    His fists clenched, anger mixing with the delicious slices of arousal sifting through his body. It was a familiar mix, one that he instantly associated with her. Sure, there had been other females since she’d left, substitutes for his one and only, for the one he knew from day one was meant to be his. Reaching down, Lawrence gripped his arousal, squeezed the burgeoning length as hard as he could, harder still when his teeth clenched with the pain. He loved the pleasure that inevitably followed.
    With his other hand he touched the gun that lay right next to his computer, the cool black metal sending quick spikes of adrenaline through his bloodstream.
    â€œI’ve got you now, my little blossom. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go this time,” he spoke to the screen, to her getting out of her car and heading toward what looked like the loading entrance of a building. “You’re gonna love seeing me again, love doing all the things we used to do.”
    As Lawrence continued to talk, his eyes glazing over the computer screen, he released his erection so that he could palm the hot length, jerking with all the memories flitting through his mind.
    â€œYou’ll be back where you belong. And so will my diamonds. I’ll have my woman, my fortune, and the biggest invention since the nuclear bomb. I’ll finally have it all.” The last was said on a whisper, a gasp of breath as he jerked his erection even harder, rubbing his thumb roughly over the slit on its head, clenching his teeth with the pleasure. His release was close, he felt the sweet pressure tightening his sac, his thick body trembling with anticipation.
    Then he saw it. He saw him coming up behind her, talking to her, touching her. The hand on his dick loosened, the hand on his gun tightening, finger pressing slightly against the trigger. His teeth clenched again, this time so hard he could hear them chattering against each other.
    â€œGet your filthy hands off of her! She’s mine! Do you hear me?” he roared at the computer screen as the two finally slipped inside the door of the building, out of his sight. “She’s mine!”
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    Jewel awoke with a new sense of urgency, a new purpose. She wanted to buy a house, to have a place for her father to live, a porch for him to sit on and remember the good times. There was no reason for him to stay in the nursing home. His condition wasn’t changing. He had type 2 diabetes and would be blind for the remainder of his life. The lymphoma he’d suffered from had been in remission for almost three years now, which meant she could take care of him on her own.
    She could find them a nice secluded house maybe on an island where there were beautiful sunrises and sunsets. All she had to do was get some cash together and resign from her position at the resort. Then they would be all set to leave, forever.
    When she entered the office there was no one there. Checking her watch, she noted it was still early and was grateful for the forethought she’d had to get up and get herself together sooner than usual. She had some research to do and didn’t want to leave a site trail on her own laptop. Bypassing her desk she headed farther back to where Jacques’s and two more empty offices were. She went into the first empty