“Hold onto the door frame, spread your legs and eyes on the mirror.”

I do as I’m told. I am standing naked in the middle of the doorway to Vincent’s playroom as I place my palms on the wall next to the door and slide my feet until they push against the frame.

The wall at the end of the hallway is a huge mirror and I can see myself clearly. Instead of watching me, I stare into the spaces behind me, searching for glimpses of him.

I watch his hands slip around my waist and feel him step against my back. He has taken off his shirt and I moan as I feel his skin make contact with mine. Both hands slide up to cup my breasts. They swell and ripen under his touch.

My hands twitch against the wall with the need to touch him.