“Promise to tell me when to stop?”
My smile is gentle, but my eyes tell him all the dirty details. “Never.”
His eyes darken to emerald and remind me how he made me scream on our wedding night and how our damp bodies christened every surface of that room.
Beau pulls off my dress and tosses it while managing to nip at my breasts through my bra. Climbing off him, I stand and lock our gazes as I remove my bra. He hums just the way I like it. His nails graze my skin when he rids me of my underwear.
“Come to Daddy,” he goads me as he pulls his hard dick out of his pants.
I lick my lips at the sight of my favorite toy and turn to back up, but a shadow catches my attention.
“Shit, Beau! Our door is open.” I shiver and not in the right way.
“What the hell?” Beau grumbles as he gets up and storms to the door. “I closed it but forgot to lock it.”
He peeks in the hallway and closes and locks it when he doesn’t see anything. “That’s weird,” I grumble, the mood is gone.
Beau rushes to me and pulls me into a hug. Pulling back, he looks me over to check for fear.
“Did you see anyone?” He pulls me into another hug when I shake my head. “Good. Maybe we should activate the cameras for the security system I had installed while we were gone. Would that make you feel better?”
He grabs our phones when I nod. We relocate to our bedroom and sit in the middle of the bed while we install the apps and follow the instructions of setting up the accounts.
“Did you send it to Brett, like I asked?”
“Yes,” Beau smirks at me. “Your other man has access.” He shows me his since it’s the master account. “He’s quick. It’s installed on his cell and tablet. He knows the drill. One of us texts him when I leave home then that’s when he’ll monitor any motion alarms. Follow me.”
I follow him into the kitchen, and he shows me a panel I didn’t notice before.
“This is the system console, and you can hit the panic here if you don’t have your phone,” he explains then holds up a necklace. “And if you’re feeling extra jumpy, you can wear this and trigger the alarm if in danger. I thought this would come in handy when you’re later in pregnancy in case you go into labor when I’m not home.”
“Good,” I agree. “This will be good until we go to your parents.”
Beau pulls me close and kisses my temple. “We can pack up and go tomorrow night once I get off work. How’s that?”
His offer calms me. I’m sick of being jumpy. After the vacation we just had, I can’t be cooped up in a penthouse all day until we figure out how to fix my Wes issue. I’ll welcome the access to outdoor space.
Our lips meet with a promise to rekindle the heat the open door had taken. My still nude body heats from my husband’s touch, preparing to give him what he’s seeking.
The phone still in Beau’s hand buzzes against my side, and we look down.
Brett: I’ll check the cameras in five minutes. Please be done, dressed, or in a room that doesn’t have one, please.
We laugh because we would have been caught bare-ass without the warning.
Beau: Noted. There’s a camera in the bedroom, but I’d suggest skipping that one.
I smack Beau’s chest as I laugh at his text. “Let’s go before he checks,” I challenge him as I power walk toward the bedroom.
Weston
Proof of Celeste’sbetrayal fills me with a soul splitting combination of desire and fury. The unfaithful cunt sold her pussy to the closest rich man she could find.
I study the first photo of the set. The whore is in that asshole’s lap like a cheap piece of ass. She’s clawing at his clothes like a cracked out prostitute needing money for her next hit. In the second one, her dress is gone, and he has his filthy mouth on my tits while he paws at her. My ire causes my skin to prickle as sweat forms from my elevated blood pressure. She’s standing in the next few, removing her bra; then, he’s sliding down her underwear.
She looks so good from behind. Her naked ass is just as juicy as I remember, but it’s void of the markings I used to leave behind—bruises I’d create to remind her to who she always belongs. It looks like she’s forgotten. The last picture disappoints me. It’s blurry. She’s turning in the direction of the camera and my guy had to get out of there. I’ll have to wait to see her tits and pussy in person.
Yelling my frustration, I flip my table and allow the rage I’ve felt since she embarrassed me in front of my parents to fly. Patience isn’t my thing and being disrespected by my property isn’t acceptable. I throw the first item I reach across the room. The crash isn’t satisfying enough. The crunch isn’t what I need. A television takes flight. Better. With another yell, I send my fist through the wall; it cracks without fulfilling my need to destroy.
