"But you are my wife," Brent whispered. The man lowered one of the straps of her dress. "You can't refuse your husband's wishes."

"No, Brent. We're not—"

Brent kissed her again to silence the words she wanted to say. His large palms cupped her breasts, squeezing them, twisting her nipples, and sending her thoughts into disarray. She moaned, and her body trembled.

"You're getting horny, honey," Brent whispered, licking her ear. Suddenly his hand went down to her stomach and then down ...