Thank God it was finally Friday. It had been a stressful three weeks, and I was ready for my first full weekend of rest in almost a month.

I slipped away from the office a little early, going home to soak in a warm bath with a glass of wine. I was excited knowing my husband Brandon would be home around five, and I knew it would be a wonderful, passionate night. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening. My man was home early!

I’d just finished shaving my legs when he stuck his head around the door to say hello. I stood up, naked and dripping wet, and walked over to him. Then I pressed my wet body to his, getting his clothing all wet as we embraced. A shiver went through my body as the cool air from the air-conditioner struck me as he carried me from the tub over to the bed, dripping wet. I scrambled... Read More