Free The Anniversary Gift (Re-Connections) by Elle Dawson

, and I realized I have been dozing off on my lounge chair. The sway of the boat as it rocks back and forth has relaxed me, and I’m so very glad my large sunglasses cover the look of mortification in my eyes. My hand has slipped between my legs, and I have been caressing myself in my sleep. Ethan grins really big at me. “Dreaming of me?” he asks. I lie with a nod of my head. How can I tell him I was thinking of Rebecca between my legs, the gorgeous blonde sunning herself in the other chair? I grin a shy smile at him. Rebecca is certainly at the top of my very short list.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
    T-Minus Four Days to Anniversary…
     
    It can’t possibly be Monday morning, but my alarm clock insists that it is. Shutting it off, I reach out for Ethan but find his space empty and cold. Faintly, I hear some rattling come from downstairs and curiosity pulls me out of bed.
    “ Ethan,” I call out.
    “Just a minute, don’t come down yet.”
    “Ok, do I have time to shower?”
    With his consent, I run to the shower and bathe myself quickly. I fly through my morning routine and dress without close thought to what I would wear.
    “Ready?”
    “Come on down,” he says, and I practically bounce down the stairs. Entering the kitchen, the first thing I notice is the absolute and completely horrendous mess…everywhere. Ethan is standing there, apron on and flour all over his hands, arms and face.
    He looks so adorable, I can only giggle at his wide smile of pride. He has made me breakfast, with pancakes, bacon and orange juice. I’m in total awe of how a simple meal can create such a terrible mess, but I’m thrilled that he tried.
    “It looks delicious .” I grin and walk into his arms. I don’t care that I’ll need to change clothes. I can’t resist him in this moment.
    After breakfast, I quickly change and then head to the office with a smile that won’t stop creeping onto my face. This has been the best week of my life, better than our honeymoon even, because back then I didn’t understand how easily those feelings could be gone.
    I’m proud of myself. I’m proud of Ethan. I’m proud of the couple we are becoming. It may not be traditional, I’m quite sure June Cleaver wouldn’t agree, but it appears to be working. I couldn’t be more pleased.
    On the boat yesterday, Melanie pulled me aside and asked me quietly if I would really go through with the threesome. I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Yes.” Although she nodded her head, I could see the concern in her eye.
    “Trust yourself,” she said. ‘Make sure that if you choose this path, it is the right one for you. And do it with no regrets, no matter the outcome.”
    My very wise Melanie ; she always knows what to say, allowing me to come to my own conclusion by asking the absolutely right questions.
    I’ m still smiling, this time at how lucky I am to have such a large web of support when I walk into my office, sit down at my desk and get to work.
    A few hours into my workday, my phone beeps , letting me know that a text message has arrived.
    Ethan : Hi
    Me: Hi
    Ethan : I need you.
    Me: I need you too. Inside of me. Beside me. I need you on top of me. Under me. I need to be in the same room as you.
    As I type in this message, my stomach begins a delicious tightening, and I pause for just a second before hitting the “send” button. I’m sexting. A first!
    Ethan : I need that. I want your naked body wrapped around me. I need to be inside you, kissing you passionately, hands in your hair.
    Me: Yes. Please. I need you with an urgency that is painful.
    Ethan : I want to whisper in your ear. I want to lick your lips. I want to bite your nipples. I want to make love to you. I want your flesh against mine.
    Me: Yes, I want those things too. What do you whisper to me, as we are making love? What are you saying to me? Tell me. I will imagine that your mouth is against my ear, whispering those words.
    Ethan : I would tell you how much I enjoy you.