As they sat back on the bed with her body between them, she couldn’t remember why she hadn’t felt this good with anyone else but her husband. XXX “She’s even got a pedestal,” motioning to the pile of her clothes around her ankles. Really I do. Letting it fall down her arms, she hung it on the peg with her shirt she faced the men and squared her shoulders again with a smile. Holding her bundle of clothes in one hand she made no attempt to cover herself as she swayed back to the house, with both men hot on her heels. “That’ll be him now,” the workman said, and she went to answer the door. She managed to reach an equilibrium, drawing in a breath when the workman pulled back
