Marco woke up with Laura's arms and hair sprawled over him. Her scent fascinated him. It was sweet and inviting. He had spent the night in bed with other women before. He had even stayed until morning, but none of them did for him what his wife did. Most of them were experienced women who had no reservations behind closed doors, even at the first meeting. These were relationships that lasted a month or less. Whenever any of them tried to cross the established boundaries, he would end it; he didn't really want anything lasting with them. In truth, it wasn't really a relationship; it was an exchange of pleasure and nothing more. But the beauty in his arms had all his attention. If he wasn't careful, Laura would turn him into one of those pushovers who obeyed women. Marco laughed. In fact, he
