I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.

He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me.

"Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."

An electric thrill ran over every inch ...