by Andi Madden
He got off the chair and left the room. When the door snapped shut, leaving me alone with Jules, I spanked her lightly.
I got off the bed, and after a second, I covered her with the sheets, removed the blindfold.
“Stay for a bit,” I said, “if you like. You know where the bathroom is. I’ll be downstairs.”
She looked up at me from the bed, her eyes large. “Tell me he doesn’t know who I am.”
“He doesn’t.”
She closed her eyes, nodded.
“I can’t stay,” she said. “I need to leave, you know why.”
Her husband.
I had probably kept her longer than she’d planned to stay. And I had no right, none, to ask her again to stay longer with me.
“Of course,” I said and avoided looking at her, fearing she might read my thoughts. “Wait a few minutes, and then you leave through the kitchen, though the back.”
She nodded.
I reached out and brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Will you be back,” I asked, hearing a tenderness in my voice that was strange and unfamiliar.
She hesitated, then another nod.
“Don’t let me wait too long.”
Andi Madden
Romantic Erotica and Erotic Romance
