Don was torn between guilt and excitement as he made his way into the bedroom behind the statuesque woman. As she turned and dropped her overcoat, revealing the leather and lace ensemble beneath lust, fear and disgust warred within him. It has always been this way with them.

But as usual, she knew, and the saccharine sweet smile on her face as she sauntered over to stand in front of him only confirmed that she still had the ability to read him like a book. He watched the ...