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wasn't hiding anything as I had hoped. I had hoped her body had betrayed her words. But she wasn't wet. Was I a sadist? Did I want to push her farther? Did I want to see her cry? No. I let go. Her skirt dropped. I pulled up my pants.
    "Jesus, Jon. What the hell has gotten into you?"
    "Do you want to have this discussion?" I could feel veins flexing under my skin, but on the outside, I knew what to do.
    "There is something to discuss?" She crossed the room, her arms folded over her chest. "Aren't you happy?"
    "I am." I think. I think too much. I needed to fuck. It was simple really. She made it complicated. "I want to try new things."
    She stared at me, mouth ajar. "Sexual things?"
    "Yes." I went toward the bed, shoulders squared, rubbing two fingers across my lips. I sat. Why didn't this place at least have a decent scotch in the room?
    "I want you to..." No. Don't say obey. "I want to give you suggestions. Commands. I want you to—"
    She started laughing before I could finish. I stood. I pulled her to the window. I may have dragged her. She didn't complain. Not yet.
    "Look at those people." I kept my hand on her waist. "They don't give a fuck what we do. They can't see us. This is about us." I snarled the words into her ear. Once I started to unleash it, I didn't know who I was becoming. With her anyway. She was always different. Grace Kelly in the movies, not the one in real life.
    "This isn't us." She spoke flatly. Her voice mirrored the sea, beyond the waves, where the water eventually kissed the horizon. An eerie calm.
    "It can be." I turned inside out, but I spoke tenderly. "I want it to be about us."
    I played with her hair the way she liked it. She leaned into my touch. I began to bunch the strands and tug. Not too rough. I didn't want to scare her away again. I kissed her neck until she whimpered. I licked her skin. I began to pull her hair a little tighter until her nose pointed toward the ceiling. I nibbled her neck.
    "So sexy, Jess."
    I breathed against her skin. I held her head in place. My place. She was mine. I bit her neck. A nip. I sucked it, and then I kissed it. She smelled of fresh grass mixed with whatever oil they used on her at the spa. Almond. I repeated the process, biting harder the next time and the next until I could see marks. Little ones. Surface.
    "Jon," she moaned but with a hint of protest in her tone. I could not deny her hesitation. I had become an expert at reading the implacable Jessica Carnes.
    "You're hurting my hair. I don't like it."
    I let go because I wasn't a tyrant, but inside I needed to locate the safety lever. The switch. I looked for it. I couldn't find it. I breathed until my pulse returned to normal.
    "Please. Be softer. I'll try. Take me." She paused. "Take me from behind. That's okay. Just don't." She touched her neck where I had left the gorgeous marks. "Don't hurt me."
    God. She was afraid. It would never work if she were afraid.
    I cradled her cheeks. We were eye to eye. "I never want to hurt you."
    She may never understand the difference. Was there a difference? What kind of husband wants to bite his wife's skin until it bruises? What kind of husband wants to fuck a woman hard enough to make her scream? To tie her and bind her at the elbows, the wrists, the knees, to gag her mouth with their cock? We had a long way to go. To learn. Both of us. Except...
    I wanted to make her scream.
    Right. The. Fuck. Now.
    I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry." I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me. She trusted me. To a point. The point was at the jagged edge of the cliff we stood on. The piece of the summit that stood out from the rest. It would cut someone open, or the climber would just fall off.
    One. Little. Misstep.
    I took her to the bed, set her down gently, ready to make love to her the way we always did. No threat to our marriage.
    Sweet. Vanilla.
    I became what she needed. I could stay the same for her. I wouldn't change. We would keep trying to have children even though