The light from the hall cast golden stripes across Bryan’s chest, outlining the relaxed muscles as he sprawled in the middle of their bed. Jenny watched him from the doorway, trying to ignore the unsated hunger still humming through her veins. She had come twice before he had finally gripped her hips and slammed into her one more time, but somehow it wasn’t right, or wasn’t enough, or wasn’t…something. There had been no chance to pursue rectifying it, though, before he’d kissed her neck and promptly collapsed onto the bed at her side.
She sighed, pulling the door shut. It was going to be a long night.
Curling up in the corner of the couch, Jenny flicked through the channels, unable to settle on any single program for longer than a few seconds. Nothing satisfied her. Cartoons were too ina
