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Brett had offered to hire a cook and a
full-time maid. Maybe later she’d like that, but for the time being, she wanted
them to settle into their married routine. Besides, she enjoyed cooking for him
when they were at home for dinner. She was, however, not stupid enough to let
him get rid of the housecleaner they had come in twice a week.
“Don’t put the scraps down the garbage
disposal. It gets clogged.”
He eyed her. “I’m forty-three, Virginia. I
know how to do everything exactly the way a woman wants it done.”
She bit her lip. It wasn’t her dishes she
wanted doing. But if she asked for it, that would spoil everything for her.
Brett had to be dying to do it, or it just wasn’t enough. Which was the whole
problem they had in the bedroom.
Since when had she started thinking their
bedroom activity was a problem? What had Stacy said? Six months, a year from now, you’re going to start wanting more. Virginia hadn’t even lasted a month.
She left Brett to the dirty dishes. A bath,
an intimate massage, a little release of tension, just a small orgasm. If he
walked in on her, maybe that would set the wild man free...
A blue chiffon outfit was laid out on the
bed, a small beaded purse attached to the belt. A pair of matching high-heeled
pumps sat on the carpet. Over the heart of the dress lay a cream-colored
envelope and a single strand of pearls.
He knew she didn’t like gifts, but in some
odd way, the pearls were part of the night, part of the seduction. Beside the
dress, she found a note scribbled with his familiar writing.
“Just the dress, the pearls, and the shoes,
nothing else.”
Her hands started to tremble, and her heart
beat so fast it drowned out the sound of running water down in the kitchen.
Finally.
Thank God.
* * * * *
He wanted her crazy. So hot, wet, and needy
that she’d do anything he told her to. Beg, suck, scream, everything.
In three weeks, Brett had fallen in love
with the comfort and serenity Virginia brought to his life. It was more than
pleasant to come home to a woman who wasn’t alternately a raging lunatic, a
tearful mess, or filled with manic happiness before the inevitable crash.
Virginia gave his life gentle stability. He found himself telling her about his
business day and thereby easing some of his pressures. She was the perfect
hostess, the perfect decoration on his arm, the perfect companion for sitting
in front of the TV or reading. Virginia was the perfect wife.
Yet when he made love with her, it felt
like she was simply expecting...more. More what? He’d told her they would have
a separate, exciting life at the club, but that didn’t preclude hot sex in the
privacy of their own home. He was a man who prided himself on always being able
to predict exactly what his customers needed and supplying it to them in a
mutually agreeable deal. Virginia, though, continued to baffle him in the
bedroom.
They’d had an extremely busy schedule since
the wedding, his suppliers and customers clamoring to meet the new Mrs.
Branoff. He’d wanted to show her off as the jewel she was. But he’d been
compelled to fit in a Sex Club tryst tonight. Whatever it was Virginia needed
to let herself loose, she’d found it in the decadence of The Sex Club.
There, he would touch her, taste her, savor
her, and make them both come so hard, it would turn their sex life inside out.
* * * * *
As before, Virginia was handed an envelope
containing instructions when she turned over her invitation to the club’s
hostess. She shivered, wondering what Brett had planned for her, but she
climbed to the second floor before opening it. People jostled her, someone
offered a bowl of condoms, and the scent of sex wafted on the air.
The
Brett had offered to hire a cook and a
full-time maid. Maybe later she’d like that, but for the time being, she wanted
them to settle into their married routine. Besides, she enjoyed cooking for him
when they were at home for dinner. She was, however, not stupid enough to let
him get rid of the housecleaner they had come in twice a week.
“Don’t put the scraps down the garbage
disposal. It gets clogged.”
He eyed her. “I’m forty-three, Virginia. I
know how to do everything exactly the way a woman wants it done.”
She bit her lip. It wasn’t her dishes she
wanted doing. But if she asked for it, that would spoil everything for her.
Brett had to be dying to do it, or it just wasn’t enough. Which was the whole
problem they had in the bedroom.
Since when had she started thinking their
bedroom activity was a problem? What had Stacy said? Six months, a year from now, you’re going to start wanting more. Virginia hadn’t even lasted a month.
She left Brett to the dirty dishes. A bath,
an intimate massage, a little release of tension, just a small orgasm. If he
walked in on her, maybe that would set the wild man free...
A blue chiffon outfit was laid out on the
bed, a small beaded purse attached to the belt. A pair of matching high-heeled
pumps sat on the carpet. Over the heart of the dress lay a cream-colored
envelope and a single strand of pearls.
He knew she didn’t like gifts, but in some
odd way, the pearls were part of the night, part of the seduction. Beside the
dress, she found a note scribbled with his familiar writing.
“Just the dress, the pearls, and the shoes,
nothing else.”
Her hands started to tremble, and her heart
beat so fast it drowned out the sound of running water down in the kitchen.
Finally.
Thank God.
* * * * *
He wanted her crazy. So hot, wet, and needy
that she’d do anything he told her to. Beg, suck, scream, everything.
In three weeks, Brett had fallen in love
with the comfort and serenity Virginia brought to his life. It was more than
pleasant to come home to a woman who wasn’t alternately a raging lunatic, a
tearful mess, or filled with manic happiness before the inevitable crash.
Virginia gave his life gentle stability. He found himself telling her about his
business day and thereby easing some of his pressures. She was the perfect
hostess, the perfect decoration on his arm, the perfect companion for sitting
in front of the TV or reading. Virginia was the perfect wife.
Yet when he made love with her, it felt
like she was simply expecting...more. More what? He’d told her they would have
a separate, exciting life at the club, but that didn’t preclude hot sex in the
privacy of their own home. He was a man who prided himself on always being able
to predict exactly what his customers needed and supplying it to them in a
mutually agreeable deal. Virginia, though, continued to baffle him in the
bedroom.
They’d had an extremely busy schedule since
the wedding, his suppliers and customers clamoring to meet the new Mrs.
Branoff. He’d wanted to show her off as the jewel she was. But he’d been
compelled to fit in a Sex Club tryst tonight. Whatever it was Virginia needed
to let herself loose, she’d found it in the decadence of The Sex Club.
There, he would touch her, taste her, savor
her, and make them both come so hard, it would turn their sex life inside out.
* * * * *
As before, Virginia was handed an envelope
containing instructions when she turned over her invitation to the club’s
hostess. She shivered, wondering what Brett had planned for her, but she
climbed to the second floor before opening it. People jostled her, someone
offered a bowl of condoms, and the scent of sex wafted on the air.
The
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