My heart was still racing from that kiss when I pulled back and looked at Sean. His eyes were dark, stormy with a mix of love, fear, and that fierce possessiveness that had always made me feel safe. He’d chosen this. Not the open marriage. Not the idea of other men touching me. He’d rather submit than share me.

A rush of heat flooded through me.... surprise, relief, and something darker. I hadn’t expected him to pick this option. Deep down, part of me had been terrified he’d rather let me explore than give up control. But here he was, my strong, loving husband, offering himself to me on my...