It became quickly apparent that neither Harry nor Madelyn were particularly modest people. There had been that quick flash of insecurity she had experienced last evening, but beyond that, Madelyn felt fairly comfortable in her own skin. Harry seemed to have zero notion of humility. They were standing stark naked in her kitchen, Harry scratching his chest as he perused the contents of her refrigerator, while Madelyn prepared coffee in the French press.

"How would you feel about an omelet?" Harry asked. "I see cheddar, a chunk of ham, some green onions, mushrooms and a couple of sweet peppers in here. I could do something impressive with that."

"Yes, well, you've been fairly impressive to this point, so I will trust you with an omelet," she fairly giggled. Madelyn was not by nature a giggler. Still, here she was with a beautiful naked man in her kitchen, who had pleased her to no end and she was in high spirits.

"Your compliment flatters me, Professor," he was all smiles. "Why don't you take yourself off to shower and I will make you a breakfast worthy of some extra credit points." He swatted her on the bottom as she grabbed her coffee and her phone from the kitchen counter and hustled off for a shower.

Madelyn couldn't remember the last time she had felt so blissful. On the way through her bedroom, she pulled open various dresser drawers and retrieved a pair of comfortably worn blue jeans and a red, long-sleeved, fitted, t-shirt with a scooped neck. Just in case, she made certain that the navy panties she grabbed matched her bra.

Stepping into the attached bathroom, she dumped her fresh clothes on the counter and surveyed herself in the bathroom mirror. She was definitely sporting a just-fucked hairstyle and wasn't surprised to see a slightly purple mark on her neck. What was less expected were the small deep bruises that ran along her hips. Madelyn knew that they would be a perfect match to Harry's fingers and she felt a flush of heat as she contemplated what he had done to her to cause the marks to appear.

As she brushed her teeth, she fished a new toothbrush out of the bottom drawer for Harry to use. When she finished brushing, Madelyn opened her phone and pulled up the app that she used to track her periods. She was due to start the very next day. Tracking her cycles began when her ex-husband had started pressuring her to get pregnant. At first, Madelyn thought the app would help her determine when she was most likely to conceive and they would be welcoming a new baby in no time. But she had quickly changed her mind, and in reality, had used the tracker as a way to avoid pregnancy.

Jack had been wonderful in the beginning. They met back east, shortly after she had finished her master's degree in business and marketing. He was five years her senior, and already quite successful as a real estate developer. Jack had all the right moves. He wined and dined her, took her to the theater and supported her fondness for art. He even encouraged her love of painting, which she later learned he secretly regarded as an expensive, indulgent hobby with no real future.

Once, he had carelessly knocked a brush from her hand as she was standing at her easel. It had bounced against a finished painting that was propped nearby. Her creation was ruined and she broke down in tears. Jack had grabbed her under the arm and spun her against the wall. Spit flew from his mouth as he yelled into her face, telling her that she was being absurd in her despair. She was a hack with no future as an artist. The sooner she got that through her head, the better. Perhaps he was right. She had no formal art education beyond the weekend classes that she treated herself to through one of the local museums. Seeing that her pastime was displeasing to her new husband, she packed away her supplies and concentrated on her career.

There had been other incidents over the course of their marriage that were equally disheartening. While he claimed to love her dearly, stating that he would be lost without her, he was critical, and he lost his temper easily. Jack said the stress of the east coast lifestyle made him edgy. When an opportunity to move west and invest in a new real estate venture presented itself, they jumped on it.

Their new community was small but flourishing; it was a college town and the University was looking for faculty for their newly expanded business department. Madelyn applied immediately. She had a solid resumé, and her own academic record was impeccable. Madelyn had assisted a great deal with Jack's real estate development projects, and freelanced with success as an independent marketing consultant for small start-up businesses. Additionally, she had managed to turn a small inheritance from her grandmother, into an enviable portfolio. The University snapped her up. After a few years, she became the youngest full professor on the faculty.

It was during her rise that Jack decided it was time to start a family. She was getting older, he said. He made enough money that they didn't need her income. The truth was that Jack didn't seem to be more relaxed after leaving the east coast, and he didn't seem keen on her success either. Her hopes that he would return to that sweet man she had fallen in love with and married, were gone. Madelyn began to wonder if this weren't the real Jack all along; perhaps the man she thought she knew was a fraud and the man she was living with had been lurking beneath the surface all along.

When Madelyn failed to get pregnant by the second month, her husband insisted she see a fertility specialist. Dr. Binder had been kind but confused as to why she was seeking assistance so early in their efforts to conceive. Still, she was willing to run the tests to appease her patient's husband. Madelyn went to her follow-up appointment alone since Jack had been too busy with clients to accompany her.

Madelyn was in perfect health according to Dr. Binder. She saw no reason that her patient should be unable to become pregnant. The doctor explained that fertility assistance was not generally sought until a couple had been trying for at least a year, but if it would alleviate concerns, she was willing to test Jack as well. When Madelyn relayed the doctor's offer, he flat out refused. In fact, he had become so enraged at the suggestion that there might be something lacking in him, that he had shoved Madelyn into a door. She knew then that she would not be having her husband's baby, ever. And so the little app that she had downloaded onto her phone to help her bring a life into the world, became the way that she secretly protected a sweet baby from Jack.

Madelyn had tried to convince her husband to see a counselor for his anger issues. She begged him to see a couple's therapist with her. He was immovable, stating that if she had a problem, then she could see a shrink, but he was not stepping foot inside such a charlatan's office. After another six months of 'trying' to get pregnant, Jack had discovered the app on his wife's phone and realized that she had been working against him. Madelyn tried to explain her concerns and implored him to seek counseling. This earned her a busted lip and three stitches over her left eye. She filed for divorce the next day.  

Dragging herself from her dark thoughts, Madelyn reached into the oversized walk-in shower and turned on the water to heat up. As she was pulling the swinging glass door shut, Harry walked in.

"There you are. This place is bigger than I realized. I inadvertently discovered that you have an office, two guest rooms, and an obscenely large closet that holds enough shoes to rival Imelda Marcos. Is this toothbrush for me?" The fact that he had been wandering around her house completely naked sent a little zip, up Madelyn's spine.

"Yep, toothpaste is in the drawer to your right."

Harry stepped into the separate toilet closet to relieve himself. When he was finished, he spread some toothpaste on the new brush and scrubbed his mouth clean. Looking over his shoulder, he could see Madelyn watching him through the glass door. He spit and rinsed.

"See anything you like?" he questioned with a lascivious wink and a shake of his hips.

"Maybe. Kind of hard to tell from so far away." He made her feel totally shameless.

"Why don't I join you and allow you to make a close-up assessment." Harry was opening the shower door.

"What about your extra-credit omelet?" She was enjoying his banter. A sense of humor and a strong mind were always a turn-on. Attach them to a body and a face like the one invading her shower...  How was a girl supposed to turn that away?

"Your eggs are prepped and ready to go in the skillet whenever you desire. I thought it might be nice if we were both clean when we sat down to eat. I was also thinking you might be needing me to help you with any hard to reach spots." He leaned into the spray and swiped his tongue across her bottom lip. She hummed into his mouth. Harry closed his eyes and felt his way down between her legs, brushing his fingers through the soft curls. Running a single finger up into her flesh, he let out a groan.

"So slick." He fell to his knees in front of her. "Let me wash you." Madelyn watched from above as Harry began to lick her, the water from the shower drenching his hair and running over his plump, pink lips as they latched onto her clit.