Holding Angel's hand, they walked across the vast property of their home. Monroe was feeling better, but still tired easily. His physical reserves had been depleted by the time he flew to Mexico for Uday. But, there was no way he was giving the terrorist another shot at his family. Now, he paid the price with a longer convalescence.Swinging his arm, very un-Monroe-like, he smiled at how easy it was to touch this special woman and accept her returned caress. He still felt the need to control the contact, but he didn't shy away. The three of them hadn't repeated the scene from the bedroom two weeks previously, but Monroe was ready. His biggest fear was that Zachery had changed his mind. Zachery's discreet touches and carnal looks were fleeting and Zachery hadn't given an overt signal that the next step was imminent.Monroe stopped walking and pulled Angel close, loving her soft, compelling smile."I want you and Zachery in the studio tomorrow. I have a new design I wish to work.""I

He fed Angel from his plate, pretended to read the remainder of his paper, and then stood to leave the room."I will organize what I need in the studio. Please take care of Sir's needs, love, and then the two of you stretch and prepare. This will be a long session."He walked away without looking back. The last thing Monroe could handle was seeing Angel's lips on Zachery's cock. He allowed Zachery needed relief because Monroe wanted Zachery to think about submission with more than his cock. Monroe prided himself on restraint and always had but this might be more than he could handle. He felt instant calm wash over him as he entered his studio. He stopped and took a few deep breaths, needing this time to prepare himself. A moment later, he walked over and moved the large lights to where he wanted them. He had missed Melody, his photographer, since her retirement and had not found a replacement. Not that he would have anyone in the studio with the three of them today. These pictures

The three of them were exhausted, but as usual he woke up early. This bed was smaller than the one upstairs, but with the three of them wrapped tightly around each other it didn't matter. He lifted Angel's arm and tried slipping out from the tangle of Zachery's legs."I don't think so, Monroe."He turned to see Zachery looking at him and he sighed, "I am in need of food, a long shower, and possibly a nap later on. Do you have other plans?"It would not take much to convince him to stay in bed all day."Angel and I have been patient, but now we need an explanation. Did Edward Labough lie to me?"Monroe looked from Zachery to Angel and noticed her eyes open, too."No, he did not lie." Monroe told them what happened-breaking into Fahid's home, the Taser, and then swallowing the kill-pill. "It was designed to mimic heart failure. Edward wasn't aware it was anything other than what it's called. I needed the two of you safe while I went after Uday. To tell you the truth, when I decided

PART FOURCheck-in went off without a hitch. It felt good to know I wasn't blackballed for life. I hadn't spoken to Damian, the exclusive El Diablo Hotel's owner, for more than a year. He sent a short note during my stay at Foundations, a posh rehab for rich celebrities. That note gave me enough courage to walk past the imposing doorman and request a suite.The well-trained petite blonde behind the check-in counter didn't lift an eyebrow when I handed her my identification. My visit was a spur of the moment "I-need-to-unwind-and-write-a-new-song" decision. My cock was also in need of finely-tuned pussy, and I was hopeful my warm welcome at the hotel would carry over to the private BDSM club upstairs.Once the valet safely tucked me and my extensive gear safely in the room, I thanked him with a large tip. I paced restlessly around the two bedrooms, a small kitchen, dining room, and comfortable living area along with two full bathrooms. The one off the master bedroom came complete wit

Sleeping butterflies and daisies in your hair,Playing with the frogs while flying through the air.Sleep will come and go, with stars for Abigail,Hush the sweet sounds of wind beneath your sails,It's time to count the sheep jumping here and there,Hush my sweet and beautiful Abigail.The final cord drifted away and my precious, drooling fan was fast asleep."That was beautiful. Not to mention a miracle! She never falls asleep without a fight." Lydia held her nine-month old bundle of joy, continuing to sway her arms back and forth. Abigail's short red curls sprang out from her head in delightful disarray."I bore young children to sleep. It's a special gift.""She already loves you, and to think she now has her very own song written by Krispin Righteous."I laughed softly so I wouldn't wake up the pocket-sized hellion princess. "By the time she's old enough to realize I'm famous, I'll be walking with a cane.""Who cares, as long as I can buy your time each night for the