The first rays of morning light spilled into the hotel suite.

Molly Summers found it blinding. She burrowed deeper into her husband's chest, voice going soft as cotton. "Adrian Hadley, the sun's killing me. Can you close the curtains?"

Adrian reached for the remote on the nightstand and pressed a button. The curtains slid shut, plunging the room into darkness.

That's when Molly regretted asking.

In the dark, her newlywed husband had ideas. She bit her lip. ...