When I left the bathroom and returned to the table, I noticed the half smile that Mark had on his lips, as he stood up from his chair and opened my chair for me to sit.

"Letting me fuck you in the bathroom of a restaurant, it's not written in the contract, Mr. Harris," I whispered to him.

"Now don't tell me you didn't like it, because I heard you moan with pleasure," he replied.

Every night after telling my daughter a story and her father and I leaving her bedroom when she was already falling asleep, Mark and I went to our bedroom, Mark making love to me, night...