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between what he’d done
and her escapade at the club. He didn’t know. He would have said something by
now, a week later, if he had. She hadn’t brought it up either, just as she
hadn’t asked exactly what he meant by indulgence .
           Before they’d married, she hadn’t given
much thought to Brett’s extracurricular activities. She’d figured what she
didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. She wasn’t in love with him, he wasn’t in love
with her. If he needed a little excitement outside the marriage, what did it
matter as long as he didn’t flaunt it in front of their acquaintances and
friends? That was the problem. The humiliation factor, everyone knowing your
personal business. Been there, done that.
           “Earth to Virginia?”
           She popped back to the here and now.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about moving the lady in the chair over there and
the ballerina here.”
           His mouth quirked as if he knew that wasn’t
even close to her thoughts. “I said it’s time for you to get ready for our
evening out.”
           She glanced at her watch. It was after
seven. “Oh. Sure. Where are we going?”
           He wagged a finger in her face. “It’s a
surprise.”
           “At least tell me whether it’s casual or
dressy.”
           “I’ll lay out your clothes for you while
you’re showering.”
           Hmm, this was interesting. She felt a flash
of heat between her legs thinking about Brett’s big hands sifting through her
underwear.
           
    * * * * *
     
           He’d purchased undergarments as delicate as
the lace on her china figurines. A black garter belt and thigh-high stockings.
           Imagining himself peeling the stockings off
with his teeth, his cock hardened in his trousers. Brett adjusted slightly to
accommodate the new length. It was the bra that tightened his balls to an ache.
It had affected him even in the lingerie shop. As he’d held the lacy confection
in his hand, the sudden bulge tenting his slacks had been a bit embarrassing.
           He couldn’t wait to see Virginia in it.
           Just as he’d planned the evening’s details,
he’d thought long and hard about what she should wear over the sexy lingerie.
Something short, tight, and slinky?
           Virginia was elegant, classy, far above the
hooker look. He’d purchased her attire accordingly.
           The shower had stopped five minutes ago.
Everything was laid out on the bed in readiness for her. Brett sat in the chair
to wait.
           After what seemed like an eternity but was
probably only another five minutes, the bathroom door opened, and she stepped
out amid a cloud of steam and perfumed lotion. A towel draped her from the
swell of her breasts to the tops of her thighs.
           Scenting her like a lion with his mate in
heat, Brett wondered if he could actually wait to have her until they returned
from The Sex Club.
           
    * * * * *
     
           “Aren’t you going to take a shower and get
dressed?”
           Brett sat in the overstuffed chair next to
the closet. He shook his head slowly, his eyes an enigmatic bottomless blue.
           Then he pointed to the bed. “I bought you
something new to wear for tonight.”
           What looked like a classic black cocktail
dress lay across the foot of the bed, a pile of lacy underthings next to it.
           “You didn’t have to do that.”
           “I wanted to.”
           Brett had never been one for buying her
things, sticking to birthdays and holidays, which was how she liked it.
Receiving expensive gifts would have made her uncomfortable, as if she was a
woman who could be bought by high-priced trinkets. She’d never married for
money, and she didn’t want anyone to think she was the kind of woman who did.
Especially not Brett.
           But this showed real effort. He must have
checked her size, right down to the dainty