~Christopher’s POV~

When I finally did manage to open my eyes, it was still the wee hours of the morning. I wrapped Camille’s arms around me as usual, and idly played with her hair, thinking about what had happened the night before. I was certain I wasn’t hallucinating. To my surprise, I wasn’t; Camille, my perfect sub, was still in bed with me, where she belonged.

What am I going to do with Mark Cooper?

Because I was at a loss for what to make of what I saw the day before, at my wife’s launch, these thoughts have been keeping me awake all night. I don’t know how to...