Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Damn, this man…
Just a few lines of text and he has me ready to break all our rules. But Barrett and Wren will be home soon, and I can wait until tonight.
I won’t like it, but I can do it.
I’m a little sore, I reply, but nothing that’s going to slow me down. See you at five then, good husband? I’ll bring a picnic in case we’re hungry after the fun.
See you then, naughty wife. He shoots over a smirking emoji and then—And remember, if I smell another man on you, you’re going to be punished. I won’t let my wife make a fool out of me and get away with it. I’ll have to spank you and tease you and make you come so hard that you forget all about the man you were with before.
Grinning and tingling and enjoying this game way more than I probably should, I say, I don’t know. The man I was with last night was pretty incredible. You’re going to have to bring your A game to top his performance.
I always bring my A game, woman, he says. Especially for that sweet little pussy of yours. I can’t wait to be inside you again, Starling.
I’m pretty sure using my name violates the “pretending we’re someone else” rule, but I like it so much I don’t say a thing. I just say, Me, too. See you at five, and force myself to start cleaning the kitchen in preparation for Barrett and Wren’s return.
If I focus on cleaning and packing and then on preparations for meeting Christian, it will make the time go by faster. But I already know it won’t go by fast enough and that every minute I spend with Christian will feel like the minutes are on fast forward.
I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to something as much as I’m looking forward to being with him again. It should probably worry me, but I’m too high on sex hormones and anticipation to stress.
And I have way too much to get done.
I can’t wait to surprise my husband tonight and show him what a good pretender I can be when properly inspired…
Chapter Fourteen
CHRISTIAN
Like the pathetically eager fuckboy I am, I arrive at Starling’s at four-thirty and have to kill fifteen minutes driving the backroads around her house. I park a little farther away than I planned to kill the last fifteen and arrive at her back gate just as the evening air is starting to cool.
I lift my hand to knock on the gate, but it opens before my knuckles make contact, revealing Starling in her princess dress.
Instantly, I’m hard, the memories of all the things we did the last time she wore that dress rushing back.
Not that they had far to go to be at the front of my mind…
I’ve been replaying every moment of our time in bed together all day, fighting the urge to jerk off in the name of saving myself for my naughty little wife.
“Hello, good husband,” she says, sounding breathless and looking so convincingly guilty that I know tonight is going to be another damned good time. Maybe even better than last night since we won’t have the added weight and gravity of it being her first time. “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you.”
“And I’ve missed you, wife.” I try to move into the yard only for her to press a hand to my chest.
“Wait, I…” She swallows and casts a quick glance over her shoulder before running a hand over her mussed hair. “There was a bad smell in the house. I burnt the bread. We should give it a moment to air out before we go in for supper.”
I narrow my gaze on hers. “You burnt the bread? Or have you had a visitor while I was away? A visitor you don’t want me to see as he runs out our window?”
She gulps and flutters her lashes. “No, husband. Of course, not!”
I intensify my glare. “That’s not what the rest of the village said on my way here. They said you’d taken a lover behind my back.”
She shakes her head harder. “No! I would never betray you. Never.”
I loop my arm around her waist, pulling her slowly against me as I ask, “So if I were to strip you naked right now, wife, and smell your sweet flesh, I wouldn’t catch the scent of another man on your skin?” I dip my head, dragging my lips over her cheek, down her jaw to her neck. “Do you think I’m a fool, woman?” I whisper by her ear. “I can smell him on you now. You’re a liar and you’re about to be taught a lesson about what happens to filthy little whores.”
She pulls back, her hands braced on my chest and her breath coming faster as she whispers, “I’m not a whore. I didn’t take anything from the man. I did it for pleasure, not money.”