Ivy’s POV
My eyelids fluttered open as I woke up with my head pounding like a drum, the sunlight streaming through the curtains far too bright for my comfort. My throat was dry, and my body felt heavy as I shifted under the covers. A groan escaped me as small pieces of memories from the night before began to seep into my consciousness.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
I sat up quickly, too quickly, clutching my head as the room tilted for a moment. Flashes of me... dancing. No, not just dancing. Stripping. For him. My husband.
I buried my face in my hands, heat flooding my cheeks. Why didn’t he stop me? I could remember his teasing grin as he sat on the sofa. He enjoyed every bit of it. I saw it in his eyes, that unbridled look of desire that urged me on until I was giggling and bold enough to pu
