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"So he liked what he saw?" she asked innocently

"Oh yeah He liked"

A thought occurred to her, one that had her blushing to the roots of her hair Her entire face was literally on fire

"Tate, tell me you didn’t show him one of those pictures," she whispered

Those pictures being ones Tate had taken of her in different sexual positions and in various stages of undress Bound hand and foot Soled, her hands and feet splayed wide and restrained in all directions

They were beautifully erotic, but only intended for Tate Itto allow another ive her pleasure So why object to Tate ever showing such pictures to another man?

Except that to her those pictures were personal and were meant to be shared only between her and her husband It didn’t have to rew serious He cupped her chin, rubbing his thuently down her jawline

"I would never betray your trust," he said gravely "Those pictures are for me and only me I showed the man--James--one of my favorite pictures of you from our vacation in the Caribbean The one of you in that sexy sundress sh to outshine the sun There isn’t a man alive ouldn’t be on his knees to have a woman like you And that certainly includes hly satisfied voice

She s questioned hi to her, this new turn in their relationship, where she see frequency

She’d never questioned him in the past She always, without fail, abided by his decisions Accepted without reservation whatever he chose So why now? She bit into her bottoun to question hied it until now She couldn’t quite shake the sense of betrayal even though Tate was going above and beyond to s just took time They’d both already adhts two years of unhappiness and the fear of their

"I’m sorry," she said quietly

His look of surprise took her aback "What are you sorry for, baby?"