His body slumped lazily on the couch, a crystal glass in one hand, and a lit cigar in the other.
Puffing his cigar, he released a cloud of smoke that scattered around him, relishing the solitude and silence of his private parlor.
For minutes, he stared at the golden liquid that sparkled against the chandelier's light but saw only one thing.
Sophia Maddison.
Yes, the woman who had recently occupied most of his waking and sleeping hours.
His wife.
Suddenly, the image of her earlier by the pool flooded his mind.
He could not stop thinking about how her breasts filled her flimsy bra to the brim. And how that teeny weeny bikini she wore left not much to the imagination.
Of course, he had seen hundreds of gorgeous bodies before, but those women never caught his attention.
But when he first saw her, lying still, peacefully slipping in nothing but her skimpy swimsuit, he could not deny that she definitely stirred his carnal instinct.
