I would have liked to set out votive candles around the house and douse the electric lights so only flickering flames led my lover to me once he came home from the clinic. In the dark, I’d lounge on the sofa—naked, of course—or maybe wait in the hot tub, or even in bed. He would follow the candles, curious, and loosen his tie as he took the steps. From the bedroom I would hear the soft thud of his shoes on the carpet. I’d get hard at the sound.
Lee would find me propped up on the pillows, legs wide and inviting, a hand trailing along the trembling flesh of my inner thigh. As he stood in the doorway I’d give him my most seductive smile, my hand would drift higher, my lips part in a low moan. “Come over here,” I’d whisper. In my daydream, he dropped his briefcase to the floor in stunned si
