Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 01 - Alone Again
Chapter 02 - My Ex-Brother-In-Law
Chapter 03 - A Bike Ride to Leonard’s
Chapter 04 - In Old Surroundings
Chapter 05 - Moving Forward
Chapter 06 - Professor Lehmen
Chapter 07 - The Get-Together
Chapter 08 - A Job Interview
Chapter 09 - Mexican Food and Tequila
Chapter 10 - My Feminine Haven
Chapter 11 - Relaxing and Texting
Chapter 12 - Hard Teaching
Chapter 13 - Getting Ready For Friday
Chapter 14 - A Spanking Appetizer
Chapter 15 - At Le Pomme Fondant
Chapter 16 - Taking a Big Decision
MELISSA DEVENPORT
Forbidden Passion (sample book one)
Chapter 01 - The Funeral
Chapter 02 - A Ghost From the Past
Chapter 03 - The Invitation
Chapter 04 - Traveling in Style
Chapter 05 - Entering a New World
Chapter 06 - The Cave
Chapter 07 - Finally
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Table of Contents:
Prologue
Chapter 01 - Alone Again
Chapter 02 - My Ex-Brother-In-Law
Chapter 03 - A Bike Ride to Leonard’s
Chapter 04 - In Old Surroundings
Chapter 05 - Moving Forward
Chapter 06 - Professor Lehmen
Chapter 07 - The Get-Together
Chapter 08 - A Job Interview
Chapter 09 - Mexican Food and Tequila
Chapter 10 - My Feminine Haven
Chapter 11 - Relaxing and Texting
Chapter 12 - Hard Teaching
Chapter 13 - Getting Ready For Friday
Chapter 14 - A Spanking Appetizer
Chapter 15 - At Le Pomme Fondant
Chapter 16 - Taking a Big Decision
MELISSA DEVENPORT
Forbidden Passion (sample book one)
Chapter 01 - The Funeral
Chapter 02 - A Ghost From the Past
Chapter 03 - The Invitation
Chapter 04 - Traveling in Style
Chapter 05 - Entering a New World
Chapter 06 - The Cave
Chapter 07 - Finally
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My Sinful Seductions
Written by Melissa Devenport
Published by Perfect Harmony Publications
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This book is based on a true story. Some names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.
Prologue
The divorce is over and Melissa is moving on with her life. It was a rough epiphany to digest that her husband throughout 10 years was living a double-life. Fortunately she came out the other end a much stronger and more independent woman. New challenges and steamy opportunities are presenting themselves and Melissa’s life starts pumping with adrenaline and excitement. Her ex-husband isn’t doing as great. Could it be karma?
Chapter 1
Alone Again
“I’ll see you when all this is over,” Adam said to me, the night before boarding a plane to Australia and leaving me, once more, alone. “I know it’s difficult to understand, but even though I haven’t seen my brother and his family in a decade, I have a responsibility to help them right now.”
“But would he do the same for you?” I protested.
Adam’s stunning blue eyes held mine for a long moment, and I knew the answer to that question didn’t matter. I sighed and held his warm body tightly under the sheets. We kissed sweetly and had one more night of unbridled passion before I reawakened to the cold reality of life on my own. Just to make things a little more emotionally devastating, Adam and I had agreed to go ahead and see other people during our separation.
The first morning after Adam disappeared to the other side of the world to help rescue his estranged brother’s business, I woke early. The day was cloudy and cool, and the dull light coming in through the windows of my new condo only emphasized the lack of paint, furniture and décor around me. Everything about the place was depressing, except for one thing: It was all mine. And that was still satisfying, even though my divorce from Allen and the uprooting from my home had ceased to sting.
Anyway, what was Adam to me, really, except a much-needed pair of strong arms at the right moment? I mean, we barely even knew each other. This was not a time to mope, but a time to celebrate my personal growth! After all, I’d not only graduated from the sad club of “I’ve only slept with my husband” but I’d learned some pretty exciting bedroom tricks along the way. Maybe it was time to shift my focus and just try to be happy for a change.
I stretched my arms and legs and yawned deeply, feeling the cool touch of the leather sofa on my exposed skin. Yes, there were definitely some more pressing issues I could focus on besides loneliness. Purchasing a bed, perhaps. Cultivating some kind of career…yes that was probably something I should start thinking about seriously. Those few resumes I’d sent out weeks ago hadn’t done the trick, and though Allen had been legally obligated to part with a good deal of his assets in the divorce, I couldn’t get by on that forever.
It was high time I did something with my new life, but what?
I padded through the condo in my socks, a t-shirt and a pair of yoga shorts with a cup of microwaved, instant coffee while I considered the possibilities. My shoulder-length brown hair was unwashed and un-brushed, still scented just a bit like Adam’s cologne. I put the thought away and tried to concentrate.
“A writer? Lawyer? A teacher of some kind?” The words came out of my mouth unconsciously while I stood at the main window of my home and looked down on the overcast city. People of all shapes and sizes were streaming along the sidewalks in all directions, busily making their way somewhere to do something or other. Surely one of them did something fun, creative and lucrative? Sitting back on the sofa-cum-bed, I opened my laptop and started scanning the classifieds. “What is it those internet millionaires do, exactly? Is that job listed here?” I doubted it, but spent an hour looking anyway. No luck.
Stuck, I snapped the computer shut again and began to pace just as my phone rang. Screening, I read the text on the screen. Allen.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked the innocent phone. Though I let the first call drop, it started ringing again immediately. A disgusted sound escaped my throat, but this time I picked up.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, hi Mel. Look I’m sorry to bother you, especially from this number, but there’s something we need to talk about. Are you busy?”
The voice on the other end of the line wasn’t quite right. It was deep and familiar, but not Allen. I had to think for a moment before responding.
“Cole? Is that you?”
He laughed. “Yeah, sorry. It’s Cole. Listen, Allen’s had a car accident. He’s gonna be okay but will be in the hospital a day or two for surgery on his knee.”
The news was unpleasant, but I didn’t really see why I should be informed of it. “Oh. Well, I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. Did Cole expect me
to rush over there with flowers or something? Allen would hardly do the same for me.
“Right, well the thing is, since he has a concussion and isn’t considered fit to sign anything right now, the doctors need your signature to consent to the operation.”
“What do you…oh for godsakes! You mean I’m still listed on his medical emergency papers? You have to be kidding me!”
My ex-brother-in-law sounded bashful. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about this, Mel, but I tried and they won’t let me sign for him. Can you come and help me sort this out? I promise it won’t take long and I’ll buy you lunch after.”
I sighed, looking at the clock. “It’s only 9:30.”
“Well…brunch, then? With some of that champagne and juice stuff?”
I shook my head, still annoyed but lightly entertained by Cole’s classic, rather rural take on city life. The only reason he ever came to the urban sprawl was to get himself into trouble, be it physical, financial or implied. An attractive and charming man, Cole had a great sense of humor and an adorable innocence when it came to the modern world of business, international cuisine and urban transportation. I could picture his shiny red motorcycle parked next to all the compact cars in the hospital parking lot, and couldn’t help smiling.
“I think you mean a Mimosa? But all the brunch places I know require you to make a booking ahead of time.”
“Well, shit, Mel. What can I do?”
I thought for a couple of seconds, weighing my appetite. “Take me for a soft-shelled crab sandwich and a beer at Leonard’s, and it’s a deal.”
“That’s a restaurant, or a friend’s place?”
“A restaurant. A nice one.”
“Hey, anything you need, Mel. We’re at the east-side hospital, okay?”
Another sigh. “Yeah, okay. See you soon.” At least I’d get an expensive lunch out of the ordeal. I’d need it after seeing my ex-husband in bandages. What a day this was turning out to be.
Chapter 2
My Ex-Brother-In-Law
The scene at the hospital was eerie; Allen had always been a reckless human being, but he’d never been quite so careless behind the wheel while we were together. During our marriage he’d suffered through the usual scrapes and bruises of life, but I couldn’t recall having ever met him at the hospital like this. Though I was naturally concerned, I was mostly irritated that his idiotic shenanigans had ruined an already shitty day for me. The sight of him splayed on the hospital bed, one leg hanging in a sling, didn’t soften me up one bit.
“Really excelling at life these days, hey Allen? Good for you,” I teased nonchalantly upon entering the room. Though Allen’s eyes remained mostly hazy, Cole’s lit up when he saw me. He stood up from a little chair in the corner and took off his less-than-pristine Harley baseball cap.
“Well hey there, Melissa! Look at you, girly, you’re something!”
I smiled at him but wanted him to know I was still annoyed at the situation. “I don’t know what that means, Cole.”
On the bed, Allen mumbled lazily, clearly still concussed and under the influence of some powerful painkillers. “Means you look hot, babe.”
I rolled my eyes and narrowed them at my ex, frowning. “I’m not your ‘babe,’ Allen, and you need to get my name the hell off your medical paperwork.” Secretly, I was glad they’d noticed my outfit, however. I’d showered and beautified myself as quickly as humanly possible before getting in my Corvette and driving to the hospital. My gray pencil skirt showed long, lean legs and a reasonably tight butt, while my red top hugged me just the right way. A pair of black heels completed the ensemble. A little worried, I scanned Cole’s outfit and wondered if we’d even be allowed inside a nice dining room. He wore dark-washed jeans, dusty black boots and a leather biker vest over a white t-shirt. At least there were no visible stains…
Allen yawned and winced as his leg rotated slightly in the sling. “Who will come get me, when I’m in trouble, if you won’t?” It was ridiculous how vulnerable he was in this state. Usually, he’d say a few tart words to me, mention some bimbo he was sleeping with, and leave. Now, it was like he was drunk, sleepy and 15 years back in time.
“Cole can come gather your sorry ass, or if he’s tired of you like I am, you can call one of your whores. Okay?” I turned back to Cole, who was trying not to laugh. “Where do I sign?”
“Aww, honey…” Allen slurred behind me, but this time I ignored him.
Placing his hat back on his head of curly, dirty-blonde hair, Cole pointed to the bed-stand. “Just over there. One signature right at the bottom, thank you kindly.” He stepped aside so I could reach it. My heels clicked on the linoleum and filled the silence between the three of us for a moment before I leaned down and snatched the pen from the clipboard, signing my name hurriedly. I dropped the pen with a snap and stood up again, patting Allen on his sweaty forehead.
“Goodbye again, Allen. Good luck with your future endeavors. Sorry to leave you like this, but I have a lunch date! Come on, Cole. I’m starving and in need of a good stiff drink.”
I saw the shocked, apologetic look on Cole’s face when I said it, but I didn’t care. Anything I could do to fuck with Allen, I would do it. Especially today. Pretending to inspect my nails while picking up the form, I peeked at the invalid’s face and was gleefully rewarded with an expression of pure dismay.
“That’s a joke, right? A bad joke? Honey? Come on, Mel, don’t be like that!”
I played it up, shrugging and looping my arm through Cole’s and checking the time on my phone. “Be like what, Allen? A single girl who’s forgotten how handsome her ex-brother-in-law is?” I laughed dramatically, squeezing Cole’s muscular shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I want to be like that?”
“Cole you son of a bitch!” Even drugged, Allen could sound menacing when he was angry, but since he was trapped by the sling and an IV tube, I just laughed at his flailing. Cole flushed bright red and put his hat over his heart, backing both of us slowly out of the hospital room.
“Now, Allen, remember you’ve got to stay still or you’ll mess up your knee even worse than the doc can deal with! I’m just gonna take Miss Melissa here for a meal and a drink as a thank-you for coming here and dealing with you. Because, you know, she shouldn’t have to do this kind of thing anymore. Right, buddy?”
Allen’s face belied the fact that his personal timeline was more than fuzzy right now, but Cole kept at it, calm and tongue-in-cheek all the way.
“Just chill out, and take the meds they give you, and relax, okay bud? I’ll come back and see you tomorrow and make sure everything’s cool.” At this point we were at the door, and my companion shoved his hat back onto his head decisively, meeting my eye. “Ready, pretty lady?”
I smoothed my hair down with my free hand and nodded. “Ready for that drink especially!”
“Okay, let’s do this! Bye Allen!”
“Bye Allen!” I threw in for my own personal comedic effect, giggling as we exited. Allen shouted some nonsense at us but we continued to the elevator and towards the reception.
“Don’t you dare get her drunk, you bastard!” I laughed gaily at Allen’s voice. “Don’t you dare get her drunk!”
By the time Cole handed a nurse my ex-husband’s surgical consent form with my signature, I was grinning. All that time, hung up on such a waste of humanity. How could I have thought splitting up with Allen was so earth-shattering? I’d been spared a lifetime of bullshit. Bring on the rest of my life! It was time to have some real fun, Adam or no Adam.
Chapter 3
A Bike Ride to Leonard’s
He made me hop onto the back of his Yamaha, leaving my pretty pink ‘vet in the long-term visitors parking lot. I wasn’t exactly blown away by this idea, but decided to let him call the shots on account of my expensive taste in food. Anyway, this meant I could have an extra cocktail or two without worrying about leaving my car in a tow-zone after I’d taken a cab back to the condo. I donned his spare helmet, trying not to worry too
much about my hair, and climbed aboard. Well, I tried to.
That’s when I learned that tight skirts and motorcycles don’t mix as well as you might think they do. There was no way my legs could spread far enough apart to accommodate the leather saddle between them, and after a couple of embarrassing attempts to get behind Cole, he wrenched his head around to see what the problem was. Then he laughed.
“Yeah, that skirt isn’t your friend right now!”
I pouted. “Are you sure you don’t want to take the car?”
Cole swung a long leg over the bike and dismounted, shaking his head. “Hey don’t give up! Let me help. All you gotta do…is this.” Without so much as a warning he grabbed the hem of my skinny skirt and pulled it up as high as it could go without exposing my panties. I gasped.
“Cole!”
He just grinned, exposing a dimple on the left side of his mouth, and put a warm hand on the small of my back. “Now try.”
I kicked a heeled-foot over the saddle and planted my butt directly on the seat, panties in full view for anyone with a view from the front. Before I gained an audience, Cole took his seat in front and covered me up. I laughed.
“There you go! Now hang on tight and tell me where we’re goin’.”
“Okay!”
The motor rumbled beneath us while Cole piloted us away from the hospital and onto a main road. Given the hour, most commuters had already arrived at their workplaces and the road was mostly free. He took advantage, opening up the engine and racing towards the commercial section of the city, zipping by carefully-tended roadside oaks and the historic district full of painted wooden store-fronts.
“Cole? You need to take the next right.”
“Can do, Mel.”
He barely slowed down to take the turn, making my heart race. My knees instinctively squeezed his hips while my hands gripped his waist more tightly. I thought I heard him chuckle, but couldn’t be sure. I smiled to myself, enjoying this odd sort of freedom. The air whipping around our bodies, the powerful vehicle between our legs…it was all so exciting and pseudo-erotic. Knowing that I could do whatever I wanted made me so happy I could barely contain myself. I felt like Cole could decide to drive to Mexico and I’d be fine, eager to explore and see where the day took us.
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