“You made me what? Wife?” Roman’s displeasure dripped from every word and Joslin turned away to hide her smile. “A to-do list.” Silence. “On a Saturday.” Definitely a statement through his gritted teeth instead of a question. She swallowed the giggle threatening to bubble out of her at any moment and bit her lip. Out of the corner of her eye she caught his spanking hand twitch and the cheeks of her rear heated with phantom warmth. Straightening a pile of mail before continuing gave her an opportunity to regain her composure. “Yes, Sir. It’s rather lengthy too, but you don’t have to do it all today if you’re not up for it.” Her grin widened so she pulled her blonde ponytail over her shoulder to hide her delight. The wave of frustration he left in his wake nearly knocked her over as he strode to the mudroom and grabbed his leather chaps. Blood and adrenaline raced in her veins as he buckled them in place around his jeans-covered thighs. He threw sunglasses on, covering up his mocha brown eyes and his jaw flexed as he clenched it tight. He snatched the piece of paper off the granite without looking at it, then yanked his keys off the peg by the back door. “A to-do list. My one Saturday off from the shop this month and this is how you want to spend it. After turning me down this morning for sex. Only time since we’ve been together…” He opened the back door, grumbling the whole time. He didn’t exactly slam it. That wasn’t his style. But he definitely closed it firmly. Joslin twisted around and walked to the island to wait. It wouldn’t take him long to figure it out. She heard the engine on his Harley rev to life and in no time he was out of the garage and the sound of the bike faded away. Roman owned an extremely successful machine shop in Arcadia, Kansas. He worked long hours to support both of them while she finished med school. To say he was her rock since they’d been married didn’t even come close, and she wanted to do something to give back to him. The to-do list he held wasn’t a normal list. It didn’t have errands to run. Oh no. Each bullet point listed something to do with sex. And Roman was a lot like her. If a list existed, things needed to be dealt with, handled, finished and crossed off. She couldn’t wait to get started. Some of the things on the list they loved to do. Other items they hadn’t tried yet. And a few they hadn’t even discussed from a sex position app a friend of hers told her about from The Library. Jenna was full of deliciously dirty tidbits of info. Joslin thought about surprising him with lingerie and a sexy dinner but either one of them could be called away and she didn’t want to chance missing an opportunity for them to be intimate. Make love. Fuck like rabbits. Or all of the above depending on his mood. He was a grade-A, card-carrying Dom and member of The Library, the private BDSM club they belonged to, catering to people just like them. Individuals, couples, and poly groups free to explore every dirty and decadent fantasy they could imagine in a safe oasis. A secret place where they could discover their happily ever after. Pain. Pleasure. Both. Two sides of the same coin. Joslin reached up and ran her fingers over the small lock and metal chain that circled her throat. It hadn’t left her body since the moment he put it on her in a collaring ceremony shortly before they were married. For almost two years, she’d submitted her power to him. Freely gave it to him when it came to anything sexual. She’d found her place with him, on her knees, from the very beginning and had never been happier. The rumble of Roman’s bike in the distance made her pussy clench. It grew louder as he came closer. As he came home. She removed her shorts and tank top, not having to worry about any undergarments since she’d refrained from putting any on when they’d gotten up that morning. Taunting him as she