They’d returned to a house devoid of any signs of the sexual fantasy romp that had occurred hours before. Their toys were tucked away in a box on the top shelf of their closet. The dinner Royce had planned for their Arabian fantasy waited in the refrigerator to be nuked. The kids loved the finger food—chicken and vegetable kabobs, couscous balls, dates for dessert. It made a fun end to what had been very tense hours. With David and Penny tucked away and sound asleep in their beds, Jill searched for some way to wipe that morose look off Royce’s face. He’d put on a good front for the kids, but Jill could still see it lurking under the façade. Hell, she could feel it. She didn’t have to see it. Royce was kicked back in his recliner, remote clutched in one hand while he stared at the blank TV. It was time to put a smile back on his face. “Hey.” He looked up when she nudged his foot. “The night can still end on a high note.” She crawled astride his lap until her crotch was over his.
