Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays by Celia Aaron Page A

and hit a few jackpots in his early years of practice. After that, he’d retired from private practice and started teaching at the law school.
    The house reflected his massive wealth, everything high end, polished, and posh. The couch I sat on probably cost a small fortune and the big screen TV on the wall would have paid my first year of tuition.
    Mrs. Stevens was a successful businesswoman, though not nearly as rich as the Stevens family. She’d married up, but it she seemed to want more and more. Now I felt caught between her and her husband.
    Mrs. Stevens had invited me over for the “show.” She’d cooed with triumph when I’d told her what Professor Stevens had done to me in his office. Since I’d been here, she’d already watched the video twice, masturbating to it once and then getting me off with her fingers the second time.
    With the way both the Stevenses acted, I wondered why Mrs. Stevens wanted a divorce. They actually seemed sort of perfect together. Then I frowned. They were both the same, though. Both so dominant with me. So maybe they needed someone different? I wasn’t able to think it through any further because Professor Stevens walked into the living room. His eyebrows shot up when he saw me. He turned to Mrs. Stevens, then his handsome countenance faded into a dark glower.
    “Well, well, Nick. Where have your manners gone? Aren’t you go to introduce yourself to our guest?” Mrs. Stevens was eating this up.
    “What’s going on?” He stripped his suit coat off and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair. When he loosened his tie and pulled it off, I blushed and inspected the floor in front of me. I couldn’t meet his eye.
    “We have a very special movie for you. I forgot to make the popcorn, but I still think you’ll like what you see all the same.” She walked over and sat next to me on the sofa. “Come on, Nick, don’t be scared.” She patted the seat beside her.
    He came around and sat on my other side so that I was situated in between them. She clicked on the DVD player. The recording started where I was on his desk and he was eating my pussy. My eyes were glued to the screen, neither looking left nor right.
    He let out a long breath and leaned back against the couch. He stroked down my back lazily. “Really, Serena? If you wanted a divorce all you had to do was ask.”
    She paused the video.
    “No, keep playing it. I love it. I’m kind of glad it’s recorded.”
    She resumed the video, my muffled cries of pleasure ricocheting around the posh room. Mrs. Stevens also leaned back and placed a hand on my waist. I was the only link between them.
    “It’s not just a divorce, Nick. I want three quarters of the estate. You should have given me half when we married. But you were being a total hardass because of your mother. This video will ensure I get at least half, if not more.”
    “This is about money?” Professor Stevens yanked my hair so that I had to lean back and settle in between them.
    I cried out from the sting but Professor Stevens shushed me by putting his index finger in my mouth.
    “Suck it, Ms. Finnegan.”
    I obeyed.
    “Yes and freedom, Nick. I want to be able to fuck as I please. You already do. And, if I’m being honest, I already do.” Mrs. Stevens pulled the strap of my tank top down and leaned over to suck my nipple.
    Professor Stevens mirrored her movements, taking my right breast in his mouth, both of them feasting on my tits. I moaned around Professor Stevens’ finger. I was already a slave to the sensations they brought out in me.
    “You should have told me before.” He nuzzled my breast, removed his finger from my mouth, and reached down to pull up my skirt.
    “What good would that have done? Your mother died six months ago and you haven’t changed a goddamn thing.” Mrs. Stevens leaned over me and slanted her mouth over mine. Her curious tongue darted in as she tangled a hand in my hair and pulled.
    The sofa shifted next to me. Then I