But then the fear crept in, sharp and unwelcome. What if one day the pull becomes too strong? What if, because of too much restraint, he finally runs off with a younger woman and our chapter ends just like that?
No. I refused to let that happen. I wouldn’t cage him with my insecurities. Instead, I would give him his freedom — the freedom to chase whatever he wanted, whoever he wanted — as long as I remained his number one. His priority. His home. There was no need to deprive him of his desires. I wanted him to own every filthy little craving, every fantasy, so he would never grow tired of me. Never get bored. If satisfying those urges with others kept him addicted to us, then I would make it possible.
I smiled up at him, my decision made. “Let’s go to my chambers,” I whispered, standing
