Chapter Three
The next morning, Tony was in his office early, and Melanie was feeling happy as a lark. The way he made love the night before was reminiscent of earlier in their marriage. His hands were all over her, his mouth, his tongue, his every move made her body sail into some erotic high, she'd not felt in some time. She wished he'd been even more aggressive, a slap or two, a firmer squeeze, an even darker s*x—she knew there was more simmering under Tony's tender surface. What would make him more commanding, willing to break a few love making rules? She wasn't sure yet, but she was certain that there was something that would push him over the edge. In any event, Melanie was feeling that old familiar tingle right down to her loins; and with the sun shining brightly and
