24: Harriet.

Raking a hand through his dark hair, he moves to the pool and slips in gingerly, in deference to his erection, and begins swimming laps. On my way to watch him from the comfort of a padded deck chair, I pick up my robe and fish the small bottle of lubricant from the pocket, setting it down beside me on the side table. And I wait.

I wait for him while thinking about everything that has happened in the last three years. I've become a wife. I've made partner at my event planning company, which is now located downstairs in Firestarter headquarters. At first, me and Locke were across the street from each other, but that wasn't close enough for Locke and he moved us three floors away. My husband and I now have our own private elevator and break room connected to his office and rarely make it through a day without meeting there, working each other into a delirious sweat.

We discussed having children and we were both initially interested in the idea, but over time, we realized our extreme fix