Unbound (The Braille Club #2) by J. A. Kerr Page B

not and would not supply. She felt the guilt wash over her and rubbed her eyes. He was right; she’d had to steel herself to go through the motions of their lovemaking. Sensitive, Robert picked up on her lack of arousal and gradually he stopped making advances. The relief Anna felt didn’t last. A question consumed her. If she didn’t want sex with her husband, who did she want sex with?
    She burned with a raw passion, throwing herself into work as a distraction. Then she met Guy and found the perfect balance. Anna couldn’t stop herself and at last embraced her dark side; her fantasies coming to life as Guy fulfilled her unusual desires while she lived with the husband she adored. Just thinking of their time together got her aroused, and it was how she got through life now.
    When Robert wanted to make love again, how could she refuse? She tried to be more responsive, but when he asked her if she was thinking of Guy, she froze. How did he know? That put an end to their physical relationship. Two years later Anna would give anything to be free. Although she still loved her husband deeply, her own desires were becoming an issue. Anna knew she had dark powerful needs. In fact, it was those needs that attracted her to Guy. She sensed a similar quality in him and she let it cloud her judgement. Why didn’t she manage things differently? She had been stupid. She hurt Robert and lost the one thing in her life that made her feel alive.
    Severing all ties with Guy was one of Robert’s first conditions. When she returned from her extended leave, fortunately he had relocated. Stupidly she thought it would make it easier but she longed to see him, to be with him. She missed him desperately. The craving for him rocked her; she had not anticipated the depth of her own feelings. Those feelings still haunted her. Two years later they were stronger than ever, but she had treated him badly. She knew he was in love with her but ignored it because it suited her. It was a complication that often came with the territory, but she thought Guy would be different. That fateful day of discovery, his face said it all. She hoped he had moved on and found someone who would love him. It’s true; you don’t really love someone until you lose them. Anna realised too late she did indeed have strong feelings for Guy, but it was too late by then. He had already relocated and with no alternative, she was forced to get on with her life without him.
    Despair had started to seep into every aspect of her life and she was struggling to focus on work. The lack of sex, of release, was her penance and punishment but she was finding it harder and harder. She knew she should leave Robert, they were both miserable and yet she couldn’t. Only the whisper of a club with a difference gave her hope. Anna kept in touch with an old mentor from law school and he mentioned it to her. She’d had a brief fling with him in her youth and it had been passionate but short-lived. He had told Anna that complications were inevitable; therefore, it was best that they enjoyed their time together for what it was, and for what it would give them both. She never regretted it and he had taught her well.
    They kept in touch over time and his email felt like the lifeline she had been waiting for. She arranged to meet, and he was sympathetic to her situation as she poured out her troubles over lunch. Their affair had been shocking but addictive. His desires matched hers and she felt he’d spoiled her. When they parted she considered normal relationships boring, but then fell in love with Robert. Their sex life in the beginning had been fantastic, but had faded over time. Her old flame wouldn’t say anything other than he would sponsor her and the club was in London. She pressed for more details, but he was strangely reticent. She pleaded, her curiosity getting the better of her until at last he relented.
    “It’s called the Braille Club, and it might be what you’re looking for.” He