Chapter One

Alison Amundsen sighed as she returned from escorting her last client of the day to the door of her perfectly appointed legal office. She knew she had a text waiting from her husband Avery, and she suspected it was going to be another one of ‘those’ communications. Meaning, cryptic alerts that the remainder of her evening was going to be hijacked down some intensely erotic pathway that was going to leave her totally and blissfully sexually sated but with certain key parts of her anatomy quite inflamed and sore. Unfortunately (at least to the part of her that was an appalled liberated powerful woman who would cheerfully have sued every last penny from anyone who treated his wife’s body so sadistically without her consent), the second circumstance seemed to be a prerequisite for the first. And in the five years of their marriage, such experiences were her absolute favorites. This was regardless of (well, let’s be honest, precisely because of) the amount of physical and emotional challenge she was subjected to along the way to their soul-shattering conclusions.

Our heroine and her adored spouse had met shortly after she had become the youngest associate ever to make partner at her highly prestigious law firm. Barely 25 years old then, she was a whip-smart gorgeous blonde of well above average height with a body that served advantageously to distract her male colleagues enough to throw them off their game and give her an extra professional advantage. This came about from an auspicious combination of genetic good luck (both of her parents were gorgeous narcissists) and her avocation as a yoga teacher (which enabled her to work her way through college and law school after she declared her emancipation from her family at age 18). Her lithe, preternaturally flexible physique was endowed with firm B cup breasts and the perfect taut bottom that was the product of hundreds of hours in the yoga studio. And Alison’s natural aggressiveness made her more than willing to use these attributes to distract her legal opponents from the strategic machinations of her keen mind until it was far too late for them to win.

But it seems that Mother Nature has a thing about balance. And for the highly sexed 31-year-old lawyer, that had been struck in her private life. She had become sexually active in her late teens once she had escaped the suffocating religious dominion of her fundamentalist parents. And for someone as pretty as her, willing boys to meet her erotic needs were hardly difficult to come by (so to say). But even then, the assertiveness she developed in order to break free from her family seemed to require a contradictory force in her life. And for our heroine, this manifested in bed.

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