Page 65 of A Taste of Grace

“We have rules for Eden. But they’re fun.” I added the last part quickly as Caleb raised an eyebrow.

“Nakedness is mandatory. That’s why I have blankets over the furniture and that fuzzy rug.”

Caleb reached for the hem of my sundress and lifted it to my hips.

“I like that.” I held his hands and kissed his cheeks.

“Not yet. I need to show you the bedroom.”

“Boo…” He gave me a thumbs down and a frown.

“Delayed gratification.” I smacked Caleb’s firm butt and pointed toward the back of my house.

When I reached the closed door of the master bedroom, I turned to Caleb, my back to the door and hands behind my back.

“Close your eyes.” He covered his eyes with his hands.

I put my arm around his waist with one hand and turned the doorknob with the other. Once we were inside, I tapped his arm.

“Open them.”

He stood there with his mouth wide as he scanned the room. I picked up a remote as soft instrumental music filled the room.

“This is our sacred place. We’ll share our bodies, thoughts, and secrets.”

My canopy bed was covered with white sheer drapes that pooled to the hardwood floor. At the head of the bed was an oversized peach throw pillow with an embroidered scripture of Genesis 2:25—They were both naked…and felt no shame.On the other side of the pillow were our names,Caleb & Graceand today’s date. Caleb picked up the pillow and laughed.

“Your sense of humor is something else.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

On an easel next to the bed stood an antique floor-length mirror. I pointed to it.

“I’m going to move it to the foot of the bed so we can watch each other cum.”

Caleb’s mouth dropped.

“I’m speechless.”

I patted his chest.

“Good. I know that doesn’t happen often. On this dresser are snacks, massage oils, and a bowl of fresh rose petals. Oh, and a blindfold.” I pointed to each item as I described it.

I picked up a journal.

“This is for our thoughts. We can sit over there and pray too.”

Caleb raked his hand over the cherry wood dresser.

“No handcuffs?”

“Not this time.”

When we reached the end of the dresser, Caleb picked up a framed scripture in the same script as the Eden sign.

“I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go. Song of Solomon, chapter three, verse four. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Nita helped me come up with a vision of what love means to me. I prayed about how to make our time special.” I blushed, feeling vulnerable sharing my process for thinking of ways to seduce my husband.

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