were someone else for the night. Her fantasy had always been to pretend she was having sex with a stranger. It was strictly a fantasy. She didn’t want to have sex with anyone but her husband.
She stepped out of the shower and towel-dried her body.
She looked over at her husband, who had finished drying off. She studied him, trying to figure out what turned a perfectly good night into such anger. He wore a look of complexity.
“Marc?”
“Yes, sweetie?” He stepped closer and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“You know this was just pretend, right?”
“Yes, and I have to say your idea was terrific. The way you portrayed yourself in the bar tonight was a complete turn-on.”
“Really?” Relief washed over her. Marc seemed to be returning to his normal self.
“Fuck yeah. My dick sprang to life the moment you stepped into my chest. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to keep up with the charade.”
She slinked her body against Marc’s. “You know I love you and only you, right?”
“Of course I do, Rena. I was really foolish in there. It won’t happen again. I swear.”
“Good, because there’s no need for jealousy. We’ve always been faithful to each another. What happened earlier is pretend. Now it’s just you and me. No more Dom who picked up a sub.”
He pulled away and snapped his towel at her ass.
She snatched it out of his hands and chased him into the bedroom, attempting to hit him with it.
“Okay, I give.”
Rena laughed as he climbed on the bed and bounced up and down avoiding her attempts to swat him.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of a sore butt?”
“Speaking of sore butts, how’s yours feeling?”
“It still tingles. I’ll definitely have trouble sitting the next few days.”
Marc lay on the bed and motioned for her to lie next to him. Rena eased her body onto the bed.
She reached a hand out and covered his.
“I can’t tell you how much tonight means to me. You fulfilling my fantasy. I’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.”
“My only fantasy right now is to make love to my wife.”
She fell into his welcoming arms.
“Now, there’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
About the Author
From a very young age, Amber Skyze began making up stories—the only child syndrome. Had anyone asked her back then if she would write when she grew up, she’d have laughed. It wasn’t until raising children and reading all those romances that she decided, hey, I can write these. Then she discovered erotica and found her calling.
This New York transplant now resides in Rhode Island with her husband (the inspiration behind her stories), three children—who force her to work a day job—and three dogs. She’s thrilled to join the authors of Ellora’s Cave.
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