I grinned and reached up to kiss his lips. “Do you know what I really want?”

He angled his head and gave me a sly look. “What do you really want, Mrs. Hayes?”

“To be thoroughly fucked by my husband.”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

He pulled me through the door and into the room before dropping my hand. I stood there and watched my husband as he stripped out of his clothes, and my sex began to pulse. I would never get used to this incredible need to be touched by him and to feel him slowly take over my body and make it his.

He walked over to his bag and opened it. When he pulled out handcuffs, my stomach clenched, and I could feel my panties getting soaked.

“It’s playtime,” he said.

I pulled my shirt up and over my head and shimmied out of my pants. Josh walked up to me and began running his finger along the top of my breasts. I let out a small moan as he slowly licked his lips and captured my eyes with his. He reached down, and in one quick movement, he ripped off my panties as I sucked in a breath of air. I loved when he did that. It turned me on even more—if that were possible.

“Get on the bed, Heather. You know what to do, baby.”

I had never moved so fast in my life as I did when getting onto that bed. I lifted my hands above my head and smiled as Josh handcuffed them to the antique metal frame. He leaned down and began kissing along my neck from one side to the other before moving down to the edge of my bra.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

“I’m going to fuck you hard but not fast. I want to take my time enjoying you.”

My mouth dropped open, and I tried to talk, but nothing came out, except for a faint moan. My body was aching for him.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

Josh grinned as he placed soft kisses all over my body. Each time a kiss landed on my sensitive body, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. When his lips touched the inside of my upper thigh, I about jumped off the bed.

“Josh! Yes! Oh God, yes. Please don’t make me beg.”

He chuckled. I was too worked up to do anything but will him to move his lips to my clit. He slowly pushed his fingers inside me.

I hissed out, “Yes!”

“Heather, you’re so wet. Do you want me?”

I thrashed my head back and forth. I needed to touch him. I needed him to touch me. I needed to come.

“Fuck…Josh…please.”

“Trust me, baby. I will fuck you good and hard, but I want to play first.”

He began running his tongue up and down my inner thigh.

Jesus…

I was going to come without him even touching me where I needed him most. I could feel the build up growing stronger and stronger.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!” This one was going to be big. I jerked on the cuffs and let out a frustrated moan.

Josh slipped his fingers inside me. “Damn, I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside you.”

I pushed my hips up and whined. “Now. Josh, do it now!”

He smiled and slowly got up. He grabbed my legs and pulled me up and off the bed. My breathing began to grow faster and heavier as he inched closer. I could feel his tip teasing my entrance.

“Oh God…” I was going to come the moment he pushed into me, and I couldn’t wait.

“Hold on, Princess. I’m about to—”

Then, there was a knock on the door. Josh and I stopped moving and stayed perfectly still.

“Josh? Heather? I brought y’all lunch.”

Josh’s mouth dropped open in shock as we heard Mindy, our neighbor, on the other side of the door. I shook my head quickly and wanted to cry.

I shot Josh a dirty look and mouthed, Are you kidding me?

He dropped my legs and jumped off the bed. “I forgot that Dad said he told Mindy where we are staying when she asked where we were.”

He started getting dressed as I lay cuffed to the bed. I had never been so mad in my entire life.

What in the hell is that bitch doing here? And why in the hell is he getting dressed?

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Getting dressed!”

“Why?” I asked through clenched teeth.

He stopped and looked at me funny.

All those insecurities came flooding back. Does he want to see her? He waves to her every time he runs by her house. Does she still have a thing for him? Is he attracted to her?

She knocked again. “Josh? Heather?”

He looked at the door and then at me.

“Get me out of these,” I said as I jerked on the cuffs.

He quickly walked over and unclasped my hands. I got up and pushed him out of the way. I reached for my robe and stormed off to the bathroom. I leaned against the door as I heard Josh answer the door.

“Hey there, Mindy! Sorry. I was sitting outside, and Heather is in the shower.”

“My, my, Josh. You must be working out.”

Her voice grew louder, so I knew she must have walked into the room. I could practically feel the steam coming from my ears.

“Let me grab a shirt.”

My mouth dropped open. He opened the door without a shirt on?

I looked around the bathroom and found a pair of my jeans and a T-shirt. I slipped them both on and then threw my hair up into a ponytail. I opened the bathroom door quickly.

Mindy jumped. “Oh my! Heather, you gave me a fright.”

I just glared at her. I slowly turned my head and glared at Josh.

“Your father told me you two were taking a break for a few days, so I thought I would make you a home-cooked lunch for today. You could enjoy it out on the patio.”

“That was really kind of you, Mindy,” Josh said.

I snapped my head over and stared at him. My heart dropped, and I wanted to cry.

Who brings lunch over to a hotel, for Christ’s sake?

I glanced back at Mindy. I barely smiled at her as I walked over and slipped on my flip-flops. Josh gave me a questioning look as he watched me.

I grabbed my purse and looked at Mindy. “I’m sorry for being rude, Mindy, but you interrupted us with your little lunch delivery. It appears my husband thought it was more important to answer the door and have lunch with you than to fuck his wife, so I hope you both enjoy your nice home-cooked meal.” I turned my attention to Josh. “Try not to choke on it, Josh.”

Josh stood there, stunned, as I pushed past him and headed out the door. I pulled the door shut behind me so hard that it slammed and rocked the paintings hanging on the walls. I quickly wiped the tears away as I walked through the dining area and living room. Once I hit outside, I began running—or rather, I tried to run the best I could in flip-flops.