Charley walked barefoot down the long corridor to Rafe's office. She smiled to herself. The room held fond memories for her. They'd been married inside those four walls. And afterwards, they'd made love on the desk with a frenzied, all-consuming need. Since then, they'd had several similar interludes just as passionate in that room and others. Just not lately.
She'd been a virgin when she met Rafe. Untouched and ripe for the picking. And how! He taught her everything he knew about making love and some things, well, she'd like to think she taught him. He brought her to delirious heights of physical pleasure, each interlude unique, but breathlessly tender and passionate. His love a beacon that she could find anywhere, only it didn't seem to be there anymore. He wasn't there anymore.
Maybe
