By August I knew the Marsh estate better than the family that owned it. Which doors locked, when the housekeeper left, exactly how long I had before the boss came home.

Long enough for his wife.

Vanessa is forty, kept in silk and diamonds by a husband who stopped wanting her and won't give her the one thing she asks for. Now she takes me into his bed, on his side of it, and doesn't pretend it's an accident. Bare, every time. She tells me not to pull out. She tells me to stay.

Then his daughter arrives... sharp, divorced, watching me a beat too long... and one near-miss almost ends all of it.

She should make us quiet. Instead Vanessa says out loud what she wants, and it's the one thing his money can't buy.

A fully explicit erotic romance novella.

Part 2 of 3.