Hours later, she woke up with a smile on her face and stretched as she thought of how well that had worked. Her eyes went to the alarm clock, and she yelled, “10:17 am! Bernard! Why did you not wake me up?  We are going to be late!”

“Because I enjoyed watching you sleep,” her husband said as he entered the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel with another slung low around his waist.

“Hmm, yummy,” her wayward subconscious said as she looked him over even as her husband bent down to kiss her. “Good morning, wifey.”

Marissa ran her tongue across his teeth as she felt the minty...