“Care, she was as drunk as you were, and you’re not even close to being a whore.” He sat on the edge of the bed again, resting his hand on her thigh through the covers. “I’m surprised that’s where your brain is at. There won’t be any issues between the two of you once you work it out. And you can’t forget that she’s done this kind of thing on a semiregular basis for a long time. You showed one breast for about thirty seconds. Then she was gone.”

“Are you sure she left…for the rest of it?”

“I’m positive or I wouldn’t have continued.”

Caroline opened her eyes and sighed, taking another drink of her coffee before she set the cup on her bedside table and snuggled back down under the covers. “That’s a huge relief. I wasn’t sure when she left. I sort of…lost track of everything. Especially after that orgasm. Holy crap, Jason. That was intense.” She grinned up at her handsome husband. “It was so good, it was almost painful. Your cock was amazing. The rest of the night was hazier, but that…that was crystal clear.”

“It was ridiculously good.” Jace nodded. “You gripped me hard and made me lose control of myself instantly.” He cleared his throat and moved his hand to his pants to readjust himself. “Now I’m going to have to take my leave while I still can and try to get some work done, which will be incredibly difficult because of the large erection you just gave me by saying the word cock.”

“Have fun with that.” Caroline chuckled as her husband rose from the bed. “I’m going to stay here and try to recover from my shame. My mother would be so very proud of me right now.”

“Babe, you’re twenty-six-years old,” Jace said as he made his way to the door. “We’ve been happily married for five years. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about. What we did was good, consensual fun.”

“That’s what she said,” Caroline grumbled. “And I’m almost twenty-seven! Oh, and can you please bring me my phone when you get a chance?” she called to his retreating back. “I left it in my office last night. I’ve got to check in with the maintenance people for the website.” She rolled over. “I can’t believe I slept so late.”

* * *

I’M FINE, REALLY. I PROMISE. JUST TIRED. WINE HEADACHES ARE TREACHEROUS.

Caroline hit send. Her phone had been blown up with texts from Piper asking if they were still friends and if Caroline was okay.

I DON’T BELIEVE U. I’M COMING OVER TONIGHT TO TALK.

Caroline groaned as she began to text back.

NOT TONIGHT. I’M NOT MAKING IT OUT OF BED TODAY AND JACE IS HOME.

Piper replied.

FINE, THEN TOMORROW.

Caroline bit her lip.

OKAY. LET’S DO LUNCH AGAIN. BUT NO WINE THIS TIME.

It took a few seconds for her to hit send, but there was no way she was going to avoid her best friend for long. She might as well get it over with.

I’LL BRING ICE CREAM. XO

Caroline tossed her phone on top of the covers and rolled onto her side. She’d showered, but then crawled right back into bed. The ibuprofen and caffeine had been lifesavers, but they had only taken the edge off.

“You can’t hide in here all day,” Jace said, entering the room a few minutes later. “You’re going to have to reenter society at some point.”

Jace wore a dark T-shirt and jeans. He stopped just inside the doorway, crossing his arms, grinning at her like he thought her recoup day in bed was hysterical. His dark hair was in need of a trim, curling close to the collar, but he still took her breath away, as usual. He went to the gym regularly, even though he hadn’t played football in years, and it showed. He looked amazing. They’d gotten married straight out of college, and she hadn’t regretted a single day since.

Not even last night.

But for them to go further than that would be crazy. Last night had played out like a bad episode of reality TV. Doing anything more would ruin the best thing she’d ever done—marry the man who was now gazing at her curiously from the doorway because she hadn’t answered him yet.

She yawned. “I’ll come out…eventually. But I want to tell you that I made a mistake.” She directed the confession more into the covers than to her husband, but it still counted. “I promise it won’t happen again. I’ve been thinking about nothing else all day, and I’m not going to sit here and blame the wine, but I can tell you that after a four-hour wine-fueled chat with Piper about adventurous sex, I felt quite fearless. The alcohol played its role facilitating everything nicely, but I’m not planning on a repeat performance.”

“There’s no need for an apology. And for the record, I prefer you fearless.” Jace came to the edge of the bed. “I mean it. I know you’re deep in the wallowing phase of your guilt now, but what we did last night was no big deal to me.” He sat on the bed. “Plus, it led to some of the best orgasms either of us has had in years. I don’t regret any of it. I’ve said this a million times, but you know how I feel about sex. It should be celebrated and carnal. Sex does not make a relationship. Love does. What we do for fun doesn’t define who we are as a couple.”

“I agree,” she said. “Those were unbelievable orgasms. But why do you think these last few times have been the best sex we’ve had in years? We both enjoy making love. We do it enough. We’re open to experimentation. I’ve always considered us happy and content. Why did suddenly finding out about our friends’ sex lives tip the scales so much?”

Jace shrugged. “I have no idea. It’s exciting? Different? I think most married couples fall into a routine, and we’re no different. We might use a different toy or watch a different movie, but it’s essentially the same formula. It’s fun, make no mistake, but still more of the same.” He grinned. “But Michael and Piper gave us a tantalizing sneak peek into something new. That’s titillating, at least for me.”

“That’s true, it’s new all right,” she conceded, “but if we allow ourselves to fall into the trap of needing more and more outside stimulation, we could slip down a rabbit hole and never recover. That’s what scares me. I don’t want to lose us.” Caroline gestured between them. “You are much too important to me. I love us and what we’ve built together.”

“Agreed.” Jace drew Caroline up into his arms, and she slid her arms around his neck. “Let’s use what we just went through as a stepping stone. Now we know we like more spice. I’ll head to the specialty store.” He drew back and winked. “I’ll treat it like a treasure hunt and try to find something that sparks us just as much as discovering our neighbors have a deep, dark, sexy secret.”

Caroline laughed, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “You do that. But please remember, no whips or chains.” They’d had one foray into that venue. It had been awful and ended in a huge fight.

Jace placed a kiss on her forehead. “I won’t forget. Maybe Michael will have some good suggestions.”

“Why in the world would you ask Michael for suggestions?” Caroline pulled out of Jace’s arms completely, alarmed.

Her husband reached into his back pocket for his phone. “Because he invited me to have lunch with him tomorrow.” He chuckled at her stunned expression, so she clocked him in the arm. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to share any details about our sex life with him. This is what he said.” Jace read from his phone: “‘Piper is freaking out. Told her I’d help. Can you do lunch tomorrow at noon?’” Jace put the phone down. “I’ll just sit there and listen to what he has to say, and then I’ll bring home all the gory details. My guess is we’ll be having tantric sex five minutes after I walk through the back door.”

He stood up, still chuckling at her expression as he pocketed his phone.

“I don’t care if they are our best friends, I don’t want you to share anything personal with him,” Caroline insisted. “I’ve already crossed those lines with Piper, and it landed me in bed with a massive hangover.”