Making love to his wife—as opposed to having s*x with random women—truly changed everything, Mark decided as he sat at the kitchen island of the guest house, watching Jessica nibble at her breakfast.
He had shared similar spaces with her countless times over the past three years, but this morning felt unlike any other. The atmosphere was more intimate, more magnetic.
From the graceful way she lifted her coffee cup to her lips to the soft flutter of her lashes as she savored each bite of scrambled eggs and bacon—everything about her stirred something primal and reverent in him.
He couldn't stop thinking about the night before. The way her body had welcomed him—tight, warm, achingly perfect—was seared into his memory.
He’d nearly lost control the instant he’d entered her, the intensity
