As I woke up next to Laura, I noticed she was already awake. The room still smelled of our escapades the night before. Our Wedding night. “Good morning, love.” Her voice still had that sleepy huskiness. I huddled closer to her naked body, my voice muffled by her skin. “Good morning, my lovely wife.” Saying it out loud, I felt my nipples harden. I was still wet from last night. And now I felt my juices flowing again. The e...

Back in Tilda's room, Mark had difficulties keeping his calm. He had explained to her that they would have the kind of intercourse a normal couple would have, including foreplay and getting in the mood. They both didn’t need to get more into the mood, and Tilda was a little concerned Mark wouldn`t last past the promised foreplay. He had just gotten rid of his trousers, revealing his throbbing erection, already glistening...

Bronwyn had dropped Ciara off at her apartment to freshen up before heading to her place to do the same. When she re-entered the apartment building's lobby about two hours later, she found Ciara already sitting in the small waiting area near the reception. She looked radiant, dressed in Marlene Dietrich-style, warm grey Harris Tweed trousers and a retro-chic blouse. A matching waistcoat and blazer completed the ensemble....

Ciara switched off the navigation outside Wendy's shop. After Bronwyn and Harrison had left, she had called Nelson to inform him of the new developments and he had agreed to give her another day off. Ciara knew he was invested in helping with the investigation. And so was the hotel owner. She had thought about where to spend the day and decided that a little browsing was just too tempting. She felt the resistance as her c...

Bronwyn knew she was dreaming. It was the surroundings and the way Ciara looked at her. They were floating in a sea of warmth and tenderness. It was a dream, but at the same time, it felt so real. The way Ciara touched her, kissed her, caressed her. She felt herself slowly drifting from sleep to wakefulness but didn't want to wake up. In her dream, Ciara tenderly made love to her. With slowness and grace, she had never kn...

Ciara stopped in front of the shop and announced, "There we are!" "Yes, we are." Bronwyn was impressed. She dropped her hand from Ciara's elbow and looked at the shop. "I didn't expect this." "What? That I could lead you here?" Ciara's voice had an icy undertone, but Bronwyn was too engrossed in what she was seeing to notice it. "Hm? Nah, but this shop window is something else!" Ciara grinned. "Well?" "It looks like a cup...

They were the first to enter the small breakfast room, which had probably once been the parlour of the cottage. Two other tables were set, so they hadn't been the only guests that night. The landlady was busy arranging various breakfast items on what appeared to be a self-service buffet. Bronwyn wished her a good morning and led Ciara over to the table marked with their room number. She noticed the woman's eyes following...

Bronwyn would never admit it openly, but as she sat down across from her boss in his office, she winced a little. The night's marathon had left her with more than a few sore muscles. She had showered at Ciara's place after helping her clean up the mess they had made of her bed. Changing the sheets and bedding after such a pleasurable night, she hoped to be able to slip under the fresh linen with her lover again tonight. T...

It was well after ten when Bronwyn knocked on the half-open office door. They had agreed to meet later, and Bronwyn had taken the opportunity to tidy up a few things at home before packing up her files and notebook to go to Ciara's office. Ciara was sitting at her desk, talking quietly into her headset. The room was bright as always and as Ciara turned towards the door she seemed to recognise Bronwyn's shape. Probably a c...

Bronwyn awoke in a mess of sheets, Ciara snuggled close to her and the steady rhythm of her breathing told her she was still sound asleep. She had no idea what time it was, but the light coming in through the curtains was dim and dreary, and she could hear the rain outside. As she crawled deeper under the covers, she felt the smaller frame next to her move and a soft, warm hand caress her torso. "Do you have to get up for...

When Bronwyn awoke the next morning, the sun was rising. There was this warm golden morning light coming through the half-darkened curtains. She looked around, unsure for a moment where she was. Then she remembered. Ciara was sitting in an armchair near the window, a silk robe wrapped loosely around her, it felt as if she was looking at Bronwyn. "Good morning, are you watching me sleep?" "Listening to you wake up." She sm...

The call had come that morning, and it wasn't from the hotel. It was from the Met's Deputy Commissioner personally. He had called her boss directly, and by the time they arrived, a hand-picked team was already working the room. Sergeant Evans knew he was watching her, trying to read her expression as she took in the scene, wondering what she would make of it all. Forensics were already working in the room and the stretche...

Sometimes a body would be found in a hotel room, but usually those hotels were in a shadier part of town. And when female bodies were found in such circumstances, they didn't look like someone's mother-in-law. The call had come in that morning, and it hadn't been from the hotel, it had been from the Assistant Commissioner of the Met, personally. They had called him directly, and by the time he had arrived, a hand-picked t...

They had passed through the corridor to a fully equipped spa area. Tilda saw a small sauna and a swimming pool, fully equipped with a hoist and pulley system to make it accessible. And a small jacuzzi with an additional hoist. After Mark had explained how to use the hoist, he had disappeared to fetch her fresh towels. Knowing how much he would enjoy the show, Tilda had waited for Mark to return with her towels before she...

When Mark wheeled her back into her room, she wondered for a split second what kind of a kafuffle she had gotten herself into. Patricia had turned the bed into a mixture of a hospital bed and a gynaecological chair. On the bedside table, an array of electrodes, Toys and cables were piled up. And a big tube of ky-jelly was propped up prominently on the tray. “Yikes, I’m getting some mean Frankenstein vibes here.” Tilda whe...