I walked back into the house with a quiet resolve, happy that I could do whatever I wanted without having to worry about others.

Of course, it was a conscious decision not to let my husband's unexplained absence disturb me.

I decided to keep myself busy while waiting for him. I busied myself with tidying up the room and getting another shower.

A few minutes later, I was downstairs at the kitchen counter, spreading butter on the toast as my mind replayed my sex scene with the security guy.

Oh, his dick was to blame.

I couldn't just unsee it.

Will he ever see me the same way?

And how...