And the listeners! Any pervert can download these books and jerk off to her voice.
Like I just did.
But it’s different for me. Because Margot is mine. She may not know it yet, but she is.
She’s done with these audiobooks. She doesn’t need the money anymore. I have more than enough to support us and our kids. I’ll get Bash to take them all down.
But first, I need to buy every single one. Looks like I have a new soundtrack while I work.
***
Later that night, I creep into my bedroom. The sconces cast a soft glow over the mop of light brown curls that spread across my pillow. She’s sleeping on her stomach, her curvy body swallowed by my bed.
My chest tightens. I never noticed how empty this room was until now. The room feels warmer and cozier with her in it.
I showered in one of the guest rooms, not wanting to wake her.
While brushing me teeth in our bathroom, I freeze mid-scrub, toothbrush in my mouth. There, hanging neatly on the towel rack, are her clothes from today.
If her clothes are out here, then… is she naked in my bed?
The thought slams into me like a freight train. Margot. Naked. Between my sheets. Waiting for me.
I go rock hard in an instant, my body ignoring the fact that I got off less than an hour ago to the sound of her voice.
I don’t even put the toothbrush down, just bite down on it as I slip into our bedroom quiet as a predator.
My pulse pounds in my ears as I reach the bed. Slowly, carefully, I pull the comforter down…
Black fabric.
For a split second, disappointment flares. Then my brain catches up.
I know this shirt. It’s mine.
Heat floods my veins, overtaking any hint of frustration. She’s wearingmyclothes.
And just like that, I decide she will never sleep in anything else again. Not unless she’s naked. She can always sleep naked.
That thought alone has me holding back a groan.
I turn back to the bathroom and force myself to finish brushing my teeth. But my gaze catches on the pile of clothes. On one article of clothing in particular.
Black lace.
Before I even register the movement, I’ve crossed the room and they’re in my hand.
She’s in my bed. After using my shower. Smelling like my soaps. Wearing my clothes.With no panties.
I swear under my breath, my body tightening to the point of pain.
I know how much of a fucking freak this makes me, but I don’t care
I bring the lace up to my nose and inhale. Clean, fresh soap,and her.
Margot.
My gut clenches.
