The night before, Anna had attended a community celebration with a man who was most definitely not her husband. Somewhere between sunset and sunrise, she’d caused a scandal, left before the happy couple with the man who was most definitely not her husband, and had been swept away by a man she was beginning to like quite a lot. Sex must have felt this good before, Anna reasoned as she dropped back on to her bed, still sweating and trying to catch her breath. Pity she couldn’t remember it. She turned her head and the crisp cotton of her 1500 thread count sheets met her cheek. Somewhere, through all her hair and the post-coital brain fog, was the man who had sent her into orbit and spun her around like a carnival clown’s pie plate on a stick. She brushed her hair back from her eyes and looked at him. It was a naked handsome guy. Only this time he had a name. Joe Blake. And this time they were in her house, in her bedroom, in her bed. They’d eventually ended up in her bed, the king-size latex mattress that had felt so large and lonely these past few months was now the place she’d had her brains almost blow out by an orgasm – another one – which had just about curled her hair.
