◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆
After the wedding …
The hotel suite glowed with city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rose petals dotted the king bed like blood drops on white silk. Champagne sweated in its silver bucket. Mr. and Mrs. Tony Hayes… had barely crossed the threshold before desire ignited.
Fanny stepped out of the bathroom in that deep burgundy lingerie, the silk clinging to every curve like a second skin. Tony’s breath snagged. She looked the same, yet utterly changed: bolder hips, hungrier eyes, a secret confidence radiating from her pores. She had been f****d raw by another man less than forty-eight hours earlier, and the afterglow still hummed beneath her skin.
“Hi, husband,” she whispered, voice husky.
“Hi, wife.”
Their kiss started familiar but Tony’s hands move
