A Reason to Kill by Michael Kerr Read Free Book Online

cannot happen, she thought, as their cheeks somehow met, and her lips greedily sought his.
    He tongued her mouth. Held her close and let his fingers trace a line down her cheek, around the rim of her ear. She gasped and began to shake.
    “You’re beautiful, Marion,” he lied, as they began to frantically undress each other.
    Once both of them were completely stripped off, he led her to his bed.
    Forbidden fruit. I’m risking my career, everything, and I don’t give a fuck, Marion thought, spreading her tree-trunk-thick thighs and unconsciously raising herself up, eager to receive his far from drug-wilted member. His problem had miraculously evaporated, or in this case, expanded, which instilled her with renewed self worth. Her sexuality had caused him to rise to what she knew was going to be a great occasion. And he had said that she was beautiful.
    Ignoring the hippo’s body odour, he applied himself to the task, if not wholeheartedly. Christ! she was almost killing him. Her legs were locked around his waist with such force that he could hardly breathe. He thought she might spring a rib or two as she screamed, bucked, and raked his back with her fingernails. To his surprise, he actually found himself beginning to enjoy it. She was now his to control and dominate. The newly transferred seat of power, and the sex, turned him on.
    Sated, Marion sagged down next to him. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, her lungs ached, and the post-orgasmic sensations in her nether regions made muscles she had not known existed twitch and jump, causing her to moan. It had been the single most wondrous experience of her life, to date. It had been pure lust, and she had every intention of repeating the act at every given opportunity.
    “That was mind-blowing, Marion. Would you like a nice cup of tea, now?” Gary said, getting up and smiling down at his conquest.
    Marion nodded as she licked beads of sweat from her top lip and appraised his smooth, tanned body.
    They drank the tea, made love again, then showered and finally dressed.
    He kissed her tenderly on the mouth at the flat door. Said he could hardly wait for her next visit. And when she had gone, he went through to the bathroom to rinse his mouth out with Listerine, then returned to the kitchen and made black coffee.
    This was a new dynamic. After Marion’s next visit, with everything they would do together taped for posterity, she would be his to manipulate and shape like so much Plasticine in the palm of his hand.
    Turning on the portable TV that perched – hardly ever watched – on a countertop, Gary caught the tail-end of a news bulletin. One of the fucking cops was still alive. He thought it through. Loose ends bothered him. What would the cop have seen, a split second of the dead guy’s baseball cap and fleece, and a gun pointing at him? No big deal. There was no way he could be identified. Whichever of the pigs had survived would never be able to pick him out of a crowd. And yet, should he take the slightest chance? His paranoia swelled inside his brain like an overfilled balloon. He would play it by ear. If necessary he would find out the cop’s identity and negate the problem. Time would tell.
     
    Marion drove back to the clinic on cloud nine. She felt mixed emotions. She had never before formed any personal relationship with a patient. Doing things by the book had been her rule of thumb. How had it happened? They were mutually attracted to each other, it was as simple as that. Gary had probably been infatuated with her for a long time, and today it had just come together. She giggled. They had come together in every sense of the word. It would just have to be their secret. If anyone found out, they wouldn’t understand, and she would be looking for a new post. Maybe it was time to move on. If she wasn’t a part of the team that oversaw Gary’s mental health, then their relationship would be nobody else’s business. She certainly wasn’t going to let