The Slave’s Husband
Melanie Silver’s future is in trouble. For suspicious unknown reasons, her mother is forcing her to get married within the next three days…otherwise, she’ll be denied her substantial inheritance. Despite her protests, and the complete unfairness of the situation, she has no choice but to comply, or she will will be unable to finish her degree.
Hayden Parker has always been there for Melanie during the worst of times. And he’s always had a thing for her. Now is their chance to see if it could be something more. Can Melanie really marry Hayden, just to secure her inheritance?
As long as her Professor does not find out–and punish her–she might just get away with it.
“Mel. I’m sorry. I…I don’t even know what to say. You’ve told me stories about your mom, but this…this one takes the cake.” He gulps down his beer and strokes the back of my neck. His touch is comforting. Familiar. “So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I just…don’t know.” I lean into his touch as my second cocktail arrives. I sip it and I barely taste the pineapple flavor, I’m so upset. “If I don’t comply, I don’t get my money, and I won’t be able to finish my degree. If I do get married…”
Hayden’s hand slowly moves up my thigh, to just beneath my skirt. I can barely think beneath his touch. Neither of us are drunk this time, either. I’m just a wreck and Hayden is here, he’s really here, listening to my stupid problems…
I lick my lips and lean in closer to his face. His finger teases my thigh, trailing lightly ever closer to my slick wetness. His eyes widen as he touches my pussy. “Melanie…you’re not wearing any underwear.”
Oh Everett, if you could only see me now. Would he be aroused by Hayden touching me this way?
I maneuver myself onto the tip of his finger and a small gasp of pleasure escapes me as it slips inside my sex. Hayden flushes a deep red, but he slips another two fingers within my waiting slickness. I grip the bar as he finds the good spot deep inside me and fucks me faster, massaging my clit with one finger.
“Melanie…this is really hot,” he whispers.
“I know,” I reply.
There aren’t that many patrons tonight, and the bartender is on the opposite side of the bar, attending three increasingly drunk bitches. It would only take one lingering glance for anyone to figure out what’s going on. That Hayden’s fingers are on their way to fulfilling my desperate need.
He leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “Wanna get out of here?” he asks huskily.
“Yes,” I breathe.