“I am serious. I own the company that can do this for you.”
She stared at him in obvious disbelief. “Serious?”
“Very serious. I acquired Unix Computer Graphics last year and this is exactly the kind of project my engineers are looking to work on. In fact, we’ve been talking about the same sort of collaboration you just suggested. Been talking with Disney for months, but no go.”
“So…my idea wasn’t unique, was it?” Her lips curled into a wry smile.
“Well, maybe not unique, but brilliant.”
“Yeah, right.” She chuckled.
“Yes, it is right,” he said with an emphatic nod. “Why do you think I offered to buy the company from you? Even though we haven’t reviewed it yet, I was thinking of the possibilities.”
That got him a frown from Melanie. “Then why didn’t you say so?”
He shrugged. “I knew you would figure it out soon enough. You’re a smart girl.” When she scowled he corrected himself. “Sorry, a competent business leader.”
“Thank you,” she said with a curt nod. “So when can we talk? I want us to get started like yesterday.”
“Definitely not now,” he said with a groan, sliding lower in the bed. “It can wait till we get back to work tomorrow. Right now it’s time to crash.”
“No,” she said, giving him a sly smile. “Right now it’s time for your reward.”
“My reward? For what?”
“For being such a great and understanding husband,” she said, sliding her hand over his belly and up his chest. “For letting me work things out myself.” She leaned over him and bent low to plant a kiss on the space between his pecs. “For having the solution to my problem.” She slid her lips across the flat muscle and tickled his nipple with her tongue.
Sloane sucked in his breath as a jolt shot through his body. Melanie never ceased to turn him on.
As if emboldened by his reaction, she nibbled and suckled and then she slid across to the other side where she teased him until he got so hard he tented in his shorts.
And then, like a wicked witch, she tortured him even more, feathering kisses down his abs till her lips settled just above the waistband of his boxers. And there she paused, her breath tickling the hair on his lower belly, the close proximity of her lips driving him crazy.
And then to his relief, she hooked her thumbs into the garment and slowly, tantalizingly, she slid it down his hips. His manhood jutted up from his groin, aching for her touch.
Melanie, sweet Melanie, she placed her lips at its tip and covered it in soft kisses that drew tortured groans from his throat. And then she took him into her mouth and made sweet love to him with her lips, her tongue, even her tiny teeth as she gently grazed the head, sending sensuous shivers up his spine.
As if that weren’t enough, she moved lower still and gave his sac her full attention, using her tongue to caress him till he moaned and reached for her, dragging her up and over his body, and then he pulled her down so he could capture her mouth in a kiss that displayed the depth of his desire.
When Sloane finally released her lips she gasped for air but he gave her little time to recover. Her nightgown went the way of his shorts, to fall in a silky white puddle on the floor. And then he was covering her body with kisses, just as she’d done to him, and when he took her, his shaft sinking in to the hilt, she was wet and warm and welcoming.
Sloane made love to Melanie with a heated urgency that was almost desperation, plunging into her till she cried out, calling his name, begging him for more.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Oh, Sloane, please, please.”
Her words were like fuel to his fire. He held her as she clung to him, driving faster, harder until she screamed his name and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
And then he came, his body erupting as he shot his seed deep inside his dear, sweet Melanie; warm and willing Melanie; Melanie who made him explode like no other woman had before.
That night Sloane made love to his wife, not one time but three, filled with the energy of a teenager. It was like he couldn’t get enough.
But Melanie was with him every step of the way. And when she finally drifted off to sleep he lay there, just holding her, thanking his lucky stars that of all the women he could have chosen as his wife, she was the one who was in his life.
***
It didn’t take a day before the police advised Melanie that they had Zena in custody. She was asked to return to the station to provide additional details. Of course, Sloane went with her.
And that was when all hell broke loose.
“I didn’t do anything,” Zena spat as soon as Melanie and Sloane walked in the door. She was sitting at Officer Sutherland’s desk but when she saw them she leaped to her feet. “He made this all up to get back at me. He’s the one who should be arrested.” And she launched herself at Sloane, nails bared, a crazed look in her eyes.
He was just in time to push Melanie out of harm's way and grab Zena’s outstretched hands, pushing them none too gently down to her sides. She jerked wildly, trying to break free, but he twisted her around and marched her back to the officer’s desk and slammed her down into the chair.
The policeman chuckled. “Well done, Mr. Quest. We could do with a man like you on the force.”
Zena gave the officer a withering look. “My lawyer will have me out of here in no time,” she sneered. “They have no evidence.”
Sutherland seemed unimpressed by her declaration. He simply waved Sloane and Melanie over to another officer’s desk, picked up his pen and gave Zena an exaggerated look of patience. “Can we continue with your statement, please?”
This time the visit to the police station only lasted an hour and Melanie was glad when she and Sloane were finally given the green light to leave.
“Was she the craziest girl you ever dated?” Melanie smiled as she walked back to the car with Sloane.
He raised his eyebrows. “I should hope so. We don’t need any more of my exes coming out of the woodwork.” At the car he paused and turned her to face him. “I’m sorry I put you through all this.”