Mary's always been a hard-working girl and willing to pay her dues but when her boyfriend runs off with her life savings she finds herself between a rock and a hard place. What begins as desperate attempt to keep a roof over her head turns into a complicated affair when Mary finds herself falling in love with the landlord. Struggling with an unhappy marriage, bills, and a conscience that keeps him from throwing Mary out into the street, John can't help but want something more from Mary than a reason not to evict her. Can a relationship built out of desperation, lust and longing find its way to a satisfying conclusion or will it be torn apart by fear and guilt?
This 16,000 word 18+ erotic romance contains non-stop explicit, steamy sex scenes and puts a new spin on an old plot with an unlikely relationship that is both surprisingly dirty and unusually sweet.
"Mary...I don't know what you're saying," he said, refusing to look me in the eye. I knew he was lying. He knew exactly what I was saying; he was just trying to give me a chance to change my mind. Only I didn't have a choice; it was either John or the street.
I smiled. "I know you're not stupid, John. You know what I'm saying."
He had nothing to say to that so I pulled myself close to him, close enough to lean my head on his chest and smell sawdust mixed with his cologne. I ran my hand down his chest to his belt buckle, my hand shaking so bad I was afraid he would notice; and the more I tried to stop it, the worse it got.
"I swear I won't tell," I said. "I have a reputation to protect, too, just like you do. If anyone found out about us, it could go as bad for me as it would for you. You know the way small towns are."
I kissed him to shut him up, determined not to let him off the hook now that we'd come this far. He kissed me back, and when I undid his belt he didn't try to stop me.
I sank down to my knees on the carpet and looked up at him, staring into his hazel eyes. He looked nervous and guilty, but I could tell by the way his pants were stretched that he wanted this as badly as I did. I'd get to keep a roof over my head and a chance to enjoy the man who'd been playing peekaboo in my dreams and he'd get what every man wanted: a girl on her knees, ready to please him, whenever he wanted. I didn't see it going any farther than that, and I didn't think it would be safe for us to do so, but I was willing to make the sacrifice. It was better than the alternatives.
I undid the button on his jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper.
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Published October 19, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.