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Prologue

It was crazy The worst possible idea i the desire, denying the truth of her own feelings If she walked up to that roos forever

Marey pulled her little car into the parking lot of the motel and stared at the exterior nervously Was she brave enough to do it? Could she actually walk in there and give in to all the desires she had kept hidden all her life, and then walk away as though it had never happened?

Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her fingers curling around it in a death grip as she fought the treh her body She didn’t know if she could do it She had spent tooit Unlike her friends, the es with infamous Trojans, Marey knew she likely didn’t have what it took to carry this off

It was one night, her horht of wild, hot sex, stop philosophizing over it She could do this

Couldn’t she?

Of course she could She was thirty-five, not twenty, and she hadn’t been a virgin for a long tian would terrify a virgin

She laid her head against the steering wheel, groaning pitifully as she tried to force herself from the car Wasn’t this what she wanted? she reht with thesun and she went back to the staid, sterile life she lived

Why? So snapped within her then Why did she have to return to anything? There was no husband No children No parents to catch her in sohty act All she had were her friends Friends that one by one had fallen into the clutches of a lifestyle that Marey ht not understand, but didn’t conde illicit

She ignored the flashing thought of the underclothes she earing Or those she wasn’t wearing, she reminded herself

She could do this She raised her head, nodding firmly There was no law that said the man who fucked you had to love you, was there? Of course there wasn’t Besides, she loved Sax The admission was one she rarely allowed herself to make One she hid from herself as much as possible

Fear had held her hostage for years The fear that her ex-husband, Vince, would finally slip his hold on sanity and kill her The fear that she wasanother mistake, that her heart would pay the price this tie and Vince’s fury But her heart If Sax broke her heart, could she survive it?

She breathed in roughly She would have to survive it Now, da Fantasies could only sustain a wo, and toys were a poor second to what she kneaiting for her

Sax, with his quirky little s his need for her The sight of his hands, so ing her a pleasure she had never known before Do, he was part of the exclusive men’s club that had been nicknamed Trojans They were do their wohts of arousal that were rumored to leave their women weak for days

Her friends haddetails was like pulling teeth without anesthesia, she had ht fantasies