DOUBT SITUATIONS

Finally, after hours of attempts at comfort, little Marigold dozed off in her arms. The adrenaline scorching through Elena’s body had evaporated, leaving her taut and spent. She carefully laid the child in her crib with extra effort to be stealthy.

It was only when she snuck out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar, that she remembered the carnal embrace they’d had in the kitchen.

The house was dead quiet. Elena lifted her hand to her lips, running two fingers over their plumpness, trying to summon the memory of his taste. It felt so recent, yet, so long ago. Her entire attention had been on a disturbed Marigold, and then, standing there in the darkness, she remembered how badly she had wanted him.

She hadn’t wanted anyone like that in a long time.

She sauntered down the hall and stopped at his door. She bit her lip, imagining him in bed, pleasing himself just to keep the naughty thoughts at bay. She wanted to be the thing that pleased him, that felt him tense and release de