The walls of Quinton Abbey were quite thick. She’d never had this problem before while here, but tonight she’d left her window to allow some of the cool, summer air to come into her chamber. Apparently this couple, whoever they were, had done the same and were rather enjoying themselves.

Their moans and groans were making it impossible for Vivi to sleep. She rolled over, put her pillow over her ears, and wondered what it would be like to enjoy the marriage bed with quite such vigor.

Her husband, Lord Tucker Flynn, had been a very caring lover during the whole of their six month marriage. He was always so gentle with her, so sweet. And it was perfectly lovely when they coupled—pleasurable, even, despite the dire warnings Vivi’s mother had given her the night before her wedding. But there had never been anything between them that would cause such…such unbridled enthusiasm, for lack of a better term.

The amorous activity of her neighbors had Vivi in quite a state, indeed. Hot. Tingling. Achy with a need she couldn’t explain.

She was half tempted to knock at Tucker’s door for relief, but she doubted their typical lovemaking would provide much of a reprieve from her current state of affairs.

When the woman’s erotic scream broke through Vivian’s pillow and a flood of wetness surged straight between her legs, there was no doubt in her mind any longer. Nothing Tucker would ever dream of doing with her could possibly satisfy the raging need currently building inside her.