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It isn’t as good as his cock, but I’ll take what I can get. I grind my teeth as I gingerly get up. My greedy pussy is clenching and pulsing, and it’s difficult to leave Nigel’s cock and crawl up his body.

  I reach out to hold onto the headrest as I place my knees on either side of Nigel’s head when he corrects me. “No, turn the other way and face Madison.”

  He’s going to make this a competition to the end, isn’t he? I reluctantly turn around and straddle his face, gently lowering onto his mouth.

  A long sigh escapes from my lips as he swipes his tongue against my wet slit. He’s hungry for me, grabbing my hips with his hands and pushing me down harder. He stabs his tongue deep in my pussy and white-hot pleasure rolls through me.

  I watch enviously as Madison sinks onto Nigel’s cock. She glares right back at me while rocking her hips. I watch her generous breasts sway and jiggle as I buck against Nigel’s mouth.

  “Mmm, Nigel…” I say in a breathy voice. I do it more for Madison’s benefit than for Nigel’s. “Oh, you’re so good…

  Madison’s eyes narrow and I think it’s because she feels the effects of my compliments. Nigel is growing more enthusiastic as he licks my pussy and I’m sure his cock is getting harder and harder.

  “Ooh, Nigel…” I say in a high voice, really getting into my performance. “Right there. Yes! Right…” His tongue darts into my pussy just right and I explode.

  The hot, wild sensations storm through me and I have to ride them out. I chase the urgent need, grinding my pussy into his mouth. I hear his grunts of pleasure as he thrusts his hips in response, nearly unseating Madison.

  As my climax wrings out my body, I slump forward. My legs are shaking and I’m dripping with sweat. I slowly get off of Nigel and try to sit on the edge of the bed. I hear him taking deep gulps of air and then he groans. “You ladies wore me out.”

  I aim to please. I’m feeling a little worn out myself. My body aches and my heart is still pumping hard. All in a day’s work, I guess.

  “Amaris, come lie down with me,” Nigel pats the mattress next to him. “Madison, lay down on the other side.”

  I look over my shoulder. Nigel looks as exhausted as I feel and yet he wants more? “Lie down?”

  “I just need some time to recover and then it’s round two.” He gives a leisure appraisal of my naked body and bites his lip. I see the unholy glow in eyes and I have to wonder what he plans to do with me next.

  I should have known that when Nigel means one night with me, he really wants to use every minute until the sun rises. I should be flattered, but I can’t muster the energy.

  I lie down, facing away from Nigel. He curls into me and I know that means Madison is tucked against his back. I look at the clock and wonder how long I have to lie here. I’m tired but I don’t want to fall asleep around these two. I don’t trust them, especially Madison.

  I’ll just close my eyes for a second…

  “Oh, my God!”

  I woke up with a jolt when I heard Madison screaming. Not the pleasurable kind of shrieking, but a blood-curdling, scared out of her mind variety.

  My heart is racing a mile a minute as I bolt out of bed. I whirl around to face Madison. She’s still naked but kneeling at Nigel’s side.

  She looks up at me, her eyes filled with panic and anger. “What did you do?” she whispers.

  “What?”

  “He’s dead.” She shook Nigel. “You killed him.”

  I flinch at the accusation. Looking at Nigel, I realize he’s unresponsive. His eyes are wide open and his chest isn’t moving. Oh, God. He really does look dead.

  I reach out to check his pulse and Madison slapped me. “Don’t you touch him, you murderer.”

  “Now wait a minute. You’re getting hysterical.” Hey, if she’s hysterical, that means I get to slap her back. I’m warming up to the idea. “For all I know, you could have killed him.”

  “With what?” She gestured wildly at her nude body. “Does it look like I have anything on me?”

  I place my hands on my hips. “Well, neither do I. Maybe you, you…” I look at the pillows tossed on the floor—“suffocated him with one of these pillows.”

  “Oh, is that how you did it?” Madison scurries back to the other side of the bed. “That’s it. I’m calling the police.”

  Panic flares in my chest, but I try to think this through. “If you thought I did it, why didn’t you call the police while I was sleeping? Why are you so quick to think I did something?” A horrible thought occurs to me. “I bet you’ve been waiting to do this Nigel and now you have a fall guy.”

  Madison scoffs at the idea. “You are insane.”

  I’m getting a bad feeling about this. The more I accuse Madison, the more I realize it’s quite a possibility. I glance at the clock and figure out that I fell asleep for about fifteen minutes. There’s no telling what she could have done while I was asleep.

  She reaches for the phone and gives me a smile that sends ice down my spine. “You are going away for a very long time.”

  Okay, now I’m getting freaked out. It’s time to take action. I run to her and knock the phone out of her hands. She screams as I grab her arms and kicks wildly as I drag her across the room. I throw her in the closet and pray it doesn’t have a phone in there.

  The closet doesn’t have a lock so I grab a nearby chair and haul it under the doorknob. I don’t care how easy they show it in the movies, it’s not that easy to wedge a chair under a doorknob, especially when someone is already trying to turn it.

  Madison is furious, kicking and pounding the door while screaming at the top of her lungs. The bitch is probably going to break that door down any second. I need some back-up.

  I look around the room and see where I left my purse. I grab my cell phone and hit the speed dial for Leon. It immediately rolls to his voice mail.

  Why isn’t he picking up? I want to scream with frustration. Where the hell is he? The man is attached to his phone. I know he has caller ID.

  I leave a frantic message. I don’t know if I made any sense, but it doesn’t matter anyway. By the time he gets it, it will be too late. I’ll be hauled off to jail.

  It’s time to go with Plan B. I hesitate for a second. I don’t want to do this because I can’t see the outcome. Maybe there’s another way. But when I hear a savage thud from behind the closet door, I know I have no choice. I call Kyler’s number.

  He picks up on the first ring.

  “Kyler?” I greet him, my tone a cross between a shout and a sigh of relief. “You need to get Leon for me. I have a really bad situation. Nigel is dead.”

  There was a pause on the other end. “What did you do to him?”

  My mouth sags open. “Oh, my God. Why does everything think I did something to him?”

  “Everyone?”

  I glance at the closet door that was shaking with each blow. I cover my ear with my hand to block out Madison’s yelling. “Let’s just say there’s an eyewitness who is pointing her finger at me, but I don’t think she’s very reliable.”

  “Amaris, it’s a waste of time to contact Leon,” Kyler says harshly. “It has nothing to do with him and you know from experience that he will not help you.”

  I am all too aware of that, but I still have to try. I’m cornered and I need backup. “Kyler, please.”

  “Forget it. He’s going to have to stay away from you until the trouble dies down.”

  I close my eyes. I feel like I’m at the edge of a very big cliff and about ready to leap. “Then will you help me?”

  There’s the longest pause before he takes a deep breath. “What’s in it for me?”

  “Oh!” I growl out, curling my hands into fists and I resist the urge to stamp my foot. “That is so typical of you.”

  He didn’t seem to care about my character assessment of him. “If I help, you owe me a favor.”

  I grit my teeth. This is why I was so reluctant to call him. I don’t want to owe Kyler anything. “What is it about you fav
ors?”

  “Agree?”

  I know I have to. “Agreed. Now get up here right now.” I tell him how to get here and shut the phone closed before he changes his mind.

  I quickly redress and belatedly remember there’s a huge tear in my outfit. There is nothing I can do about it now. I keep sneaking looks at the body. I can’t believe this happening. And I know that it’s not looking good for me. I’m a mistress who didn’t like being bet on in a card game, and the guy who won me just winds up dead.

  Madison’s pounding is really getting on my nerves. I walk out of the bedroom and wait for Kyler to arrive. He came in record time. He wore his tuxedo shirt and pants, but the tie, cummerbund and jacket were gone.

  I don’t know what it is about him, but I already felt better. Even though he was dressed more casual than I’ve seen him, I have this sense that he’s more dangerous than the situation I’m facing. I’m glad he’s on my side.

  Kyler takes one look at my ruined dress and his jaw clenches. He studies my face and asks, “Are you all right?”

  “For the moment.”

  He surveys the grand suite. “Show me where he is. Where’s the witness?”

  “I locked her in the closet.”

  Kyler raised an eyebrow. “That’s probably not the best move you could make.”

  “What could I do?” I ask, throwing my hands in the air. “She was screaming that she was going to call the police.”

  “Just show me the body.”

  I lead him to the bedroom and he steps on Madison’s discarded gown. He looks at it silently and I know he’s trying to figure out how it fits in the equation. I walk to the bed give him a little game show model flourish as I point out the body.

  He silently studies Nigel and then nods. “And the witness?” he asks.

  I go to the closet and remove the chair. The door immediately sprung open and Madison, naked and spitting angry, stumbles out.

  “Kyler, meet Madison,” I say politely. “She’s Nigel’s mistress.”

  Kyler’s eyebrows went up a little higher.

  “Who are you?” Madison demanded, putting her hands on her naked hips.

  “He’s someone I know,” I reply. “Why are you still undressed? You were in a closet. You could have grabbed something to wear.”

  “Did you remove the evidence?” she asked me, reaching for something in the closet. “It’s not going to help. I know you killed him.”

  I want to shove her back into the closet, but I have to get to the bottom of this. “Why would I kill him?”

  Madison snags a robe from the closet and puts it on. “Because he bought you for a threesome.”

  Kyler’s head snapped back at that news. He looked at me with speculation. I can feel the heat from his gaze.

  “You probably killed him because he wanted a threesome,” I accuse her. “You knew you weren’t enough to keep him interested.”

  Madison gasped. “That’s not true.”

  “And,” I continue, “he liked what I was doing way more than he liked you.”

  “Liar!” Red spots appear on her pale cheeks.

  “You heard him. ‘Damn, Madison, look at her go.’”

  Kyler cleared his throat and interrupted. “What exactly happened here?”

  “Nigel cheated at cards to win me so he could have a threesome. Madison took offense and killed him. I think she suffocated him with a pillow.” It was the only thing in this room that could have been used as a weapon.

  Madison shook her head fiercely. “You probably suffocated him when you had his head between your thighs.”

  Kyler raked his hands through his short black hair. He looks on edge and I need him calm and in control.

  “He was talking to us right after that,” I remind Madison. “So your theory doesn’t hold water.”

  “Ladies.” He held out his hands for them to stop. “Let me see if I get this straight. Madison, you think Amaris killed Nigel because he bought her and made her do things she didn’t want to do?”

  “Hey,” I say to him. “No one makes me do anything I don’t want to do.”

  “Duly noted. And you think Amaris suffocated him with her…”

  “Pussy,” Madison replied matter-of-factly.

  I cluck my tongue. “You know, I have been accused of many things, but that’s a first.” The last thing I need is having this rumor go around. It’s bad for business.

  “And Amaris,” Kyler continued gruffly, “you think Madison killed Nigel because he brought another woman into his bed.”

  I give a sharp nod. “That’s right.”

  “And when was she able to suffocate him?”

  “It had to be when I fell asleep for ten or fifteen minutes. I woke up when I heard Madison scream. Next thing I know she’s accusing me for something she probably did.”

  Madison tosses her hands in the air and groans with frustration. “Why would I kill the man who paid my bills?”

  Kyler tilts his head and looks at me. “She has a point.”

  “How should I know why she did it?” I ask. “Maybe she knew she was going to be replaced.”

  “By who? You?” She gives a bitter laugh at the suggestion.

  It’s time for her to go back in the closet. Kyler must have read my intent because he steps between us. I glare at her over Kyler’s shoulder.

  “Okay, ladies, let’s just look at Nigel and make sure he’s really dead.”

  “Oh, he’s dead all right,” I say, never taking my eyes off Madison.

  Madison makes a face. “Do you come across dead bodies a lot?”

  I keep my mouth shut on that one. No need to give her any more ammunition against me.

  He approaches Nigel and checks for a pulse. I study Nigel’s face while Madison hovers on the other side of Kyler. No matter how I try to interpret Nigel’s expression, I can’t tell how he felt in his last moments.

  “He’s dead,” Kyler announces.

  Madison starts to cry. “She killed him.”

  “I’m going to kill her if she doesn’t stop,” I mutter as I study Nigel’s body. “Any idea how she did it?”

  “I’m not an expert.” He turns to Madison. “Any medication or drugs?”

  She shrugs as she artfully wipes away a tear. “A few prescriptions, but I don’t know what they are. He kept them in a pill case that separates them by the day.”

  “Aha!” I point my finger at Madison. “You probably put it in his drink, knowing he would want something when he came up here.”

  Madison looks more irritated than worried about my theory. “And I would just happen to know that he won a woman in a poker game?”

  Okay, she had me there.

  “And he didn’t take the drink. Remember?”

  Damn, she got me again. There has to be a time when she was able to kill him. But how could she without Nigel or me seeing her?

  I try to remember how Nigel acted while we were in bed. Maybe that would give me a hint on the timeline. I can’t recall much since I was keeping my eye on where Madison was at all times. I knew not to trust that woman.

  “I remember he was rubbing his chest. He wanted me to keep rubbing it.”

  “He was rubbing it during the poker game,” Kyler says. “I assume it was a nervous tic.”

  Another thought occurred to me. “He was also rubbing his jaw. Like this.” I mimic the movement.

  Kyler glances at Madison. “Was that a habit of his?”

  “No. First time I saw him do it. Looked kind of strange, now that I think about it.”

  I start ticking the list off with my fingers. “Pain in chest and jaw, and he got tired fast.”

  Madison frowns at me. “What are getting at?”

  “He was lightheaded and had to lie down,” I say. “He looked pale, and he was sweating.” I suddenly look at Kyler as another theory emerged. “Nigel died of a heart attack.”

  “Oh, did he now?” Madison clearly isn’t going to believe me.

  “Why not? Those are classic
symptoms.” I look at Kyler. “Why didn’t I recognize this before?”

  “I know what you’re doing.” Madison folded her arms across her impressive chest. “Now that you know you can’t pin the death on me, you’re going to swear there was no foul play.”

  How can I prove I’m right? I’m guessing here. It’s an educated guess, but I’m no doctor. I look at Kyler for assistance. “I don’t think I can convince her.”

  Kyler shrugs. “You only need to convince yourself.”

  It all boils down to that? “Why?”

  “She’s determined to blame you. You have to take a risk and believe there is no evidence to support her claim.”

  Madison is now glaring at Kyler. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. I’m calling the police and I want you out of here.”

  “How convinced are you?” Kyler asks me as he watches Madison head for the phone.

  I want to keep Madison from calling the police. The panic is rising and I have this bad feeling that Madison might be smarter than she looks. I don’t want to underestimate her.

  I consider what is not in my favor. “There’s the problem that my DNA and fingerprints are all over Nigel.”

  “All over?” he teases me.

  “And so is Madison’s. There are no bruises or marks on him, other than what you would get with group sex.”

  Kyler’s gaze travels from my head to my feet. “What bruises are on your body?”

  “Nothing I can’t cover up,” I reply. “She couldn’t have poisoned him. She didn’t have the time or a way to inject it.”

  “What about kissing?” Kyler asks.

  That’s possible. Far-fetched, but possible. I try to remember what occurred between Nigel and Madison. “I didn’t see them kiss. I’m going to rule out poisoning.”

  “And the pillow?” Kyler asks as he watches Madison punch the keypad.

  I look at the scattered pillows. “She could have done that, but I think Nigel would have struggled. Since I was next to him, any struggle would have woken me up, right?”

  “One would think.”

  “I’m convinced,” I decide, feeling so much better. “There wasn’t any foul play. I’m sorry I called you up here. When Madison started screaming murder, I really thought she killed him and was going to pin it on me.”