The Double Life: A Novel By - Paperback

by Shea Lynn (Author)

Sidney diverted her heavy eyes away from the family portrait sitting atop her desk.

The need for her was raw, tender, and insatiable. A blend of painful pleasure that soothed and tortured. I wanted to stop wanting her, but I found I could not. Sitting at my desk, I forced my eyes to stay on my computer screen and kept my fingers moving across the keyboard. I could almost feel the scrutiny of my husband peering out at me from the photo and searing into my soul.

I kept working. Kept typing. Kept stalling.

When Dayna finally arrived, the guilt and unease seemed to vanish. In seconds she was in my arms, my hands slipping beneath her shirt to nestle into the smooth skin at her sides. Her smell drew me in closer, the fragrance of her was intoxicating and I found my lips gently pressed against hers.

She was all that mattered. Being with her was all that mattered.

Those soft, painted lips and feminine curves calmed the tempest of anxiousness swirling about just moments before.

Dayna was the quieting balm that soothed me. And yet, her presence was the embodiment of evil I'd been taught to eschew. She was a distraction. Pulling me away from my home, family, and the intimacy I was supposed to share with my husband.

How could I possibly choose her? I would lose everything, my marriage, my family, my church and my God. I would lose the image of me; the smart, sensible, Christian woman raised on the sacrifices borne of my parents. Was there even a choice? This was ludicrous. An exercise in futility. I could never choose her.

But, with the strength of this thing we were building, this insatiable need to be with her, the completeness I felt in her presence, how could I not?