He was getting worked up now, breathing faster, that possessive fire I knew so well starting to spark in his eyes. I sat up too, pulling the sheet around my chest.

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said, my own frustration rising. “Because I love you, and I know how jealous you are. But I’m dying here, Sean. I need more. So I’m giving you two options. Choose one.”

He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I held up a hand.

“First option: we open the marriage. We can fuck whoever we want, no strings attached. Swingers, one-night stands, whatever. Just physical. I get the spice I need...