Enslaved Chapter 42
“Quentin... ”“Yes, my dear?”“I’ve been thinking... ”“Uh-hu... good for you.” Quentin Osman’s reply was lazy. He stretched out a hand and patted Melissa’s bare, warm thigh. The lightly bronzed thigh of the wife of just less than a month. The couple were stretched out on two loungers, side by side, under a beach umbrella. It was very warm, but there was always the cool blue Mediterranean nearby to plunge into.Melissa gave Quentin’s midriff a playful pat. It was a different midriff to his...