Braxton is on top of me at first, kissing me deeply as his hands roam over my body, bringing my flesh to life, but then, he rolls off of me, and I think he is done, that he will tell me that he can’t do this because I am married.

Instead, Braxton pulls me close against his chest and smooths back my hair. “You take charge, Julia,” he says in a husky voice. “Whatever you want, whatever you need, I want to give it to you.”

I stare at him for a long moment, not sure what to ...