“I still can't believe that Rocky let us stay here tonight. He's very nice," Kara said as she entered the bedroom.

Frank, who was walking behind her, closed the door with a bright smile. “Yes, he is really nice. He understands what I want.”

With narrowed eyes, Kara turned to face her husband. "What do you want?" Her voice was husky.

Frank grabbed her waist, putting some wrinkles on her nightgown. “You really don't know?” His voice was thin and tickling.

Kara pursed her lips. ...