Will the shame of her mother's betrayal prevent Sara from having her heart's desire?
Sara Martin spent her life longing for two things—less responsibility and the boy next door. When Cade Dalton finally noticed her, she was thrilled. But when he suggested a threesome with his brother, she knew the rumors she'd heard were true—Cade and Reese Dalton shared women, something Sara despised. Her mother had chosen a life of sordid sex with two men over her marriage, leaving a broken ten-year-old girl behind. No way was Sara going down that road. She was happy to comply with Cade's dominant tendencies, but she would not stand for any "sharing" in the relationship.
To her surprise, Cade agreed to give up his lifestyle in order to be with her. He swore to never again bring up the idea of a threesome, insisting that having Sara as his wife—and the Head of Household arrangement they'd come to—was more than enough to make him happy.
But six months into the marriage Sara's brother-in-law was beginning to look mighty fine. She regretted passing on the chance to be between the two sexy Dalton brothers, but after her violent reaction to Cade's suggestion she was too ashamed to admit she had changed her mind. And too ashamed to admit she wanted the same sordid lifestyle her mother had chosen.
Content Warning: strong language, spanking, and graphic sex, including anal sex
"Babe, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you yet."
Perched on the edge of the bed, Sara Dalton slipped into her robe and tied the sash loosely around her waist. She peered over her shoulder and arched a brow in question. "I was planning on grabbing a quick shower before starting the coffee." Her gaze traveled freely over her husband's body. The satin bedsheets outlined every scrumptious bulge and bump. Arousal coiled deep in her belly and her mouth grew dry. "Why? Did you have something else in mind?"
Stupid question. As a teenager, Cade Dalton had girls hanging on his every word. At thirty-five, he was still a veritable sex machine. It was never far from the man's mind. She had been jealous of those girls so many years ago, but he’d made it clear on more than one occasion that he considered her more like a sister. Now she was his wife.
A jolt of awareness shot through her. Her husband was clearly in the mood for another bout of morning sex. A severely sprained wrist wasn't going to keep him from his favorite pastime. Naughty thoughts invaded her head. She'd tease him a teeny tiny bit and hopefully bring out that inner Dom she loved so much.
Sara slid from the warm cocoon of blankets and sashayed over to Cade's side of the bed. Perfect. His chocolate brown eyes were focused solely on the area between her legs. Even though moisture oozed from her center and dribbled down her inner thighs she managed what she hoped was a serene, innocent smile.
"Baby, you need to take care of your hand." She trailed her fingers lightly over the pulse bouncing up and down at his wrist. "The doctor told you just a few more days and you'll be good as new."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the bedsheet tent near his groin, and her mouth watered. Sucking on that long, hard piece of flesh was her favorite pastime.