She wasn’t able to sleep. She’d soaked for an hour in the tub, adding hot water every time the water started to cool until her body started to look like a wrinkly prune.
Then she’d put on a pair of her old favorite pjs she dug out from the clothes Vadim hadn’t purchased for her and crawled into bed, but sleep was eluding her. It was driving her nuts it was coming on eleven and he still wasn’t home.
Her twisted mind kept thinking of her comment to him in the living room the night before when she’d boldly stated it wasn’t cheating if she gave her permission and told him to go ahead and have s*x with Sabrina. She couldn’t stop worrying it was where he was.
As her mind once again filled her head with explicit images of the gorgeous man her husband was and the way he looked when he orgasmed
