Free Delicious (A Rumour Mill Novel) by Erica Hutchings

Guy’s heavier body into her pressing
his chest against Grace’s bosom. The action eased them into the cushions of the
couch causing their bodies to fall into it.
                Guy
moved his body on top of Grace. They continued to kiss seductively. Guy’s cock
strained in jeans, demanding release. Instinctively Guy moved his hips against Grace’s
aching pussy. In horny reply Grace moved her own hips up to his. She was on a
sultry high. Guy moved his lips to her earlobes. Guy nibbled there softly. He
growled at the tantalizing taste of her. Cinnamon
sugar! Guy thought . Grace moaned
softly in his ear. She kept her eyes close as Guy continued kissing Grace along
her ear and neck. She wanted him to go further with his exploration.
                Guy’s
mobile phone rang. Grace’s eyes flew open. Rapidly Guy got up and pulled
himself together. Guy looked at his iPhone to see Darren’s name on the screen.
He let the call go straight to voicemail. Grace straightened her clothes. She
sat up.
                “I’ve
got to go. It’s Darren. I promise I’ll be back later.” Guy said getting up from
the couch.
                “Ok.”
Grace mumbled as she rose to her feet.
                Grace
walked Guy to the door. Grace didn’t want him to leave. Guy felt the same way. I’d rather spend my evening with her instead
of a strip-club. Grace opened the door and Guy turned to her. From their
kissing Guy noticed Grace’s lips were ruby-red swollen.
    Guy cocked his
head as Grace bashfully looked away from him. She’s something else. Guy gave her a final kiss.
                “I’ll
see you later.” he whispered.
                Grace
nodded. She watched Guy walk to his car and drive away.   Once he was gone, Grace fell back against the
door panting heavily thinking about what she done.
    ♥

five

 
    W
    illiam waited for the lads arrival at his
strip-club, Cherries. Cherries catered to high-end clientele like footballers.
Rarely did William visit his own dodgy businesses. Tonight there was a reason
to be at his club. He wanted perfection. William compared himself to a prowling
lion stalking a herd of gazelle prancing over the range in search of the
biggest gazelle, his son-in-law Darren. William wanted assurance that his plan,
a year in the making, took off without a hitch.
                He
checked the liquor stock behind the bar. It was stocked to the hilt with finest
expensive liquor money can buy. He knew what rich gluttonous men liked after
all he’s one of them . William knew they
loved to spend copious amounts of money on booze, beautiful women and toys. Tamzin
made sure her father knew of all Darren’s indulgences. Darren was no exception
to the rule.
                From
taste in women to booze, Tamzin left no small detail out. William knew Darren’s
going to be an easy target. I’m going to
blackmail Darren into anything I want including fixing matches so the bookies
will pay out. It’s a great plan.
                Tamzin
ensured William if he keeps Tamzin in jewels and fashionable clothes, she’d go
along with it. Then when Tamzin’s ready for divorce, she knew her father’s
connections would make Tamzin able to walk away with a hefty settlement. Alana,
a tall dark African beauty, sashayed over to the bar to greet William.
                “Alana!
It’s good to see you. I like your choice of bikini!” William exclaimed peering
at her through his thick bottle lenses.
                “Remember
what I told you about tonight. Your job is to pleasure the groom. No one, but
Darren. Understood?” he added briskly as he checked the ice buckets.
                Alana
looked appealing to William. Maybe
tonight I’ll have a go at her. She wore a gold bikini William specifically
bought for this occasion. Alana’s ebony skin shimmered in glitter passion-fruit
lotion. She wore a pair of large gold