Sit here, and I’ll take care of your shoes. No. Lie down.”She lay on the bed. He took off her shoes while she put her glasses on the nightstand. H... rubbed her feet through the pantyhose. She sighed. He lay down beside her to kiss. Her mouth welcomed his tongue. “I love this,” he finally said, “but dinner isn’t going to cook itself.”He got the chicken out of the marinade and under the broiler. He washed and cut up the tomatoes, peeled and sliced the cukes, tore up the lettuce. When the timer. All that mattered was that he was finally getting the sexual gratification he deserved—the pleasure he'd been craving like a drop of water in a parched land."Oh..." Andrew said. "How about—" Damn it, Andrew!" Jeremy yelled. "Fucking shove my cock down your throat and choke on it."His breath had turned raspy, his heart pounding as he gave in to a burst of adrenaline."All you had to do was ask," Andrew said, chuckling.He took Jeremy's cock in his mouth, enclosing it in sheer darkness. His spit. .. made her into a stranger to him. That his father could treat her like that made his blood run cold. The first thing he thought about was his father treating his sisters like that too. He got up and left his room, opening their door and walking into their room as if he owned the place.“Nathan!” squeaked Hilda Mae. She was sitting ramrod straight on the edge of her bed.“Come on,” he said. “We’re getting out of here.”“What?” asked Bernadette. His voice sounded like he meant forever.“There’s no. Especially that fateful night. Of course, I still froze like a civilian, but how the hell was I supposed to know someone would be stupid enough to start shit in Angus' club. Or rather, Sal's club; Angus' domain. The only reason I ever agreed to work at Exposé was because Sal introduced me to Angus when I inquired about a job there. Of course, he introduced him as Mike. I only learned his full name was Angus Michael FitzKiern after working there nearly a year.Angus winced the first time I said.