23. The Endless Dark

~ JESSE ~

Watching a naked Cazz walk away from me was a feast for the eyes. His body was perfect—broad, thick shoulders and chest, narrowing to a muscled and lean waist, an ass you could bounce a dime off of, flawless skin and perfectly cut lines… everywhere.

The thrill of watching the muscles on his back roll and twitch as he walked, my sense of the sheer masculine power of him as he moved away from me, distracted me for a moment from the sinking feeling that started as soon as he turned to go.

But then he disappeared out of the room.

I stared at the door for a minute, suddenly feeling sick as I turned that last conversation over in my mind.

He’d agreed to leave the other women alone, which was a huge relief. But it also seemed like he believed it wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement. My head spun with images of laying alone in the dark while my husband had sex with someone else…

I wanted to throw up.

I wanted to believe he really would wait until I told him he could—which I’d never d