Book 2: A Twisted Situation

Shelby

I roll over onto my back, trying to catch my breath, my eyes on the ceiling as I listen to my loving husband gasping next to me.

I give him a moment to calm down and catch his breath, pulling my nightgown back down. Now that we have been married for a while, we don’t do a lot of that kinky, cutesy stuff I’m always telling Rose about. It’s more of a wham-bam-thank-you-sir kinda thing where I either tackle him or he hints at me for days until I’m in the mood, and then we spend ten minutes writhing around before he’s done.

Sometimes, like today, I am also done, but that was because I was on top and had a little help from his finger double-clicking my mouse….

“All right,” I say, leaning up on one elbow as I look at Adam’s handsome face in the glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. “Let’s talk about Rose.”

“Rose?” he repeats. “Hunny, she’s pretty and all, but I don’t think I should be talking about another woman with you