Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

surrounded them like a gale force wind. Haley’s leggings were

instantly soaked. Her thin cotton thong didn’t stand a chance.

Was she leaving a wet spot on the bench beneath her? Why

was that thought so deliciously hot?

A vicious twist to her nipple made Haley’s hands jar on the

keys, but she kept playing. She kept playing even though she

couldn’t breathe. Claire’s mouth was hot at her neck, her lips

suckling, her tongue caressing the tender skin. Haley shivered

and rocked her hips on the bench, aching, still playing. Her

eyes closed and her head dropped to the side, her mouth open

in a silent pant of need. Did she look wrecked and wanton?

“Anyone could see,” she repeated on a strained whisper.

“Anyone could walk by.”

“So? Let them see.”

Claire was only saying that because she knew no one would

walk by. Still. Her touch felt unreal. It was thrilling and

unexpected and molten. It felt very much like Haley had

drawn Claire there. Like she couldn’t stay away, even if she

wanted to. They weren’t captor and captive. They weren’t

enemies. They weren’t a contract, collateral and revenge. They

were just two people, two souls.

“So beautiful.” Claire’s breath caressed Haley’s cheek. “If I

touched you between your legs, what would I find? My good

girl, soaking wet? My filthy girl, playing the piano, but

wanting to be the instrument getting played?”

“Yes,” Haley panted. “Yes, I’m soaking wet.”

Her eyes flew open, and she wished she could see Claire.

Gauge her reaction. The expression on her face. She knew

Claire never missed anything. Would she change her mind?

Would she let Haley finally touch her? How could she stand to