Second Honeymoon

Chapter 2

ABBY WASN’T SURE what to think at first. Standing there naked with Ethan in the master bathroom, she placed a hand on her hip as if to say, You’re joking, right? Sex in a sauna?

Ethan put just the right spin on it.

“Think of it as one of your hot yoga classes,” he said. “Only better.”

That pretty much sealed the deal. Abby loved her hot yoga classes back in Manhattan. Nothing made her feel better after a long day at work.

Except maybe this. Yes, this had great potential. Something they could giggle about for years, a real honeymoon memory. Or, at the very least, a tremendous calorie burner!

“After you, my darling,” said Ethan, opening the sauna door with good-humored gallantry. The Governor’s Club was known for having spectacular master bathrooms, complete with six-head marble showers and Japanese soaking tubs.

Ethan promptly covered the bench along the back wall with a towel. As Abby lay down, he cranked up the heat, then ladled some water on the lava rocks in the corner. The sauna sizzled with steam.

Kneeling on the cedar floor before Abby, he reached into the ice bucket. A little foreplay couldn’t hurt.

Placing an ice cube between his lips, he leaned over and began slowly tracing the length of her body with his mouth. The cube just barely grazed her skin, from the angle of her neck past the curve of her breasts and all the way down to her toes, which now curled with pleasure.

“That’s…wonderful,” Abby whispered, her eyes closed.

She could feel the full force of the sauna’s heat now, the sweat beginning to push through her pores. It felt exhilarating. She was wet all over.

“I want you inside me,” she said.

But as she opened her eyes, Abigail suddenly sprung up from the bench. She was staring over Ethan’s shoulder, mortified.

“What is it?” he asked.

“There’s someone out there! Ethan, I just saw somebody.”

Ethan turned to look at the door and its small glass window, barely bigger than an index card. He didn’t see anything—or anyone. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Abby nodded. “I’m sure,” she said. “Someone walked by. I’m positive.”

“Was it a man or a woman?”

“I couldn’t tell.”

“It was probably just the maid,” said Ethan.

“But we’ve still got the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door.”

“I’m sure she knocked first and we didn’t hear her.” He smiled. “Given how long that sign’s been out there she was probably wondering if we were still alive in here.”

Abby calmed down a bit. Ethan was probably right. Still. “Can you go check to make sure?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. For a laugh, he picked up the ice bucket and put it in front of his crotch. “How do I look?”

“Very funny,” said Abigail, cracking a smile. She handed him the towel from the bench.

“I’ll be back in a jiff,” he said, wrapping the towel around his waist.

He grabbed the door handle and pulled it toward him. Nothing happened.

“It’s stuck. Abby, it won’t open.”