Page 75 of Passion Island

More thunder, more lighting.

The hunk slowly removed his fingers from Krista’s quivering mouth. “You’re safe here, baby,” he said seductively low. “And so is your secret.”

Secret?

She had no secrets. Yes, she was wet. Soaked. And, yes, her panties were damp. Because her dress was drenched, not for any other reason, thank you very much!

Then, um, why was she standing here shivering and not from a chill in the air?

Why were her nipples suddenly aching to be touched?

And, why—for heaven’s sake—was there a slow throb between Krista’s trembling thighs?

Simple.

Because temptation was all around her.

Because the devil was a damn lie . . .

Twenty-Seven

“Thanks for coming in to see me,” Dr. Dangerfield said as she watched LaQuandra settle in the seat across from her.

LaQuandra ran a hand through her braids, and then removed her sunglasses. “Did I have a choice?” she asked, propping her purse up on her lap.

Dr. Dangerfield smiled. It was forced, but still offered nonetheless. The couples were already at the halfway mark of their stay on the island and Dr. Dangerfield had still not been able to find anything she liked about LaQuandra. She wanted to. Tried to. But her shitty attitude made it that more difficult.

She answered in kind, “We always have a choice, Mrs. Lewis. Even when the choices we have aren’t the most pleasing.”

LaQuandra offered a grunt as her response.

“How are things with you and your husband?”

LaQuandra gripped the straps of her purse. “He still hasn’t fucked me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I wasn’t asking that, per se. I meant, overall, how are things with the two of you? Are you communicating better?”

LaQuandra gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Aside from his one-worded answers, we’re not arguing.”

“Well, that’s a good start. Constant bickering can be damaging to any relationship, especially when hurtful things have been said. Things that can’t be taken back once they’re said.”

LaQuandra said nothing. She shifted in her chair.

“I guess you’re wondering why I asked you to come in today?”

“Yeah, the thought crossed my mind. Mind telling me?”

Dr. Dangerfield nodded. “Well, I wanted to talk a little bit more about the lack of intimacy in your marriage.”

LaQuandra frowned. “Why you want to talk to me about it? Isaiah’s the one with the intimacy issues, not me.”

“Perhaps,” Dr. Dangerfield agreed. “However, the lack of intimacy in your marriage is affecting you, am I right?”

Dr. Dangerfield believed marriage was more than a mere contract. It was a covenant that entailed being not only physically present in the marriage, but emotionally, spiritually, and sexually giving. Sex was an important component of any healthy marriage. To think otherwise was foolish.

LaQuandra swallowed. “Of course it is.” She turned her attention toward the sculpture of the naked man, her eyes fixed on its enormous erection. She felt her cunt clutch in want.

“Has he told you he doesn’t love you anymore?”

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