Buying Love by Amy Faye

He wanted to be a politician, and that meant getting married. It didn’t matter to him who he married. As long as she was presentable. Well, I’d hardly call my messed up life presentable. I just needed a way to keep my twins fed and warm, and away from their scumbag father. He made me an offer I literally couldn’t refuse. It helped that I wanted to be touched, stroked, pleasured by him in every way possible. A marriage agreement. We get married, we both benefit. It was smart. It was clean. And it was all going great, until our feelings started making the situation messy. Really messy.