“Cameron No-Middle-Name Connelly,” Joey shouts.
I suck in a breath, and at the same time, the breeze picks up, so I end up choking on a chunk of hair that blows across my face. “A piercedwhat?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Cam appears beside Joey, wearing a mischievous smirk. “Guess you’ll have to find out for yourself.”
He refuses to elaborate, despite my best efforts (and threats), and eventually, we move on to other topics. Joey fills me in on her latest book, but we’re cut short when gray clouds move in and it begins to rain.
With my sarong wrapped around my waist, I hightail it back to the apartment. Once I’ve hung my wet towel in the garage and kicked off my Birks, I climb the stairs. My phone managed to stay dry, but I must have accidentally hit theSpotifyapp inmy hurry to beat the storm because a Chappell Roan song is playing.
I click it off at the top of the stairs, and the music is quickly replaced by the sound ofmoaning.
I freeze at the entrance to the bedroom, blood whooshing in my ears. Ezra is moaning on the other side of the bathroom door. Then a woman joins in, and I stagger back.
The fuck?
I’m gone for one hour, and he has a woman in the apartment? Is it Val’s daughter? We’re not really married; he can hook up with whomever he wants. But this is our shared space.
Anger ignites in my chest and flares through my extremities. The audacity of this motherfucker.
“Strip for me, Daddy. I want to see all of you. Hand on your cock. Now,” the woman commands.
Oh. That isnotVal’s daughter. No, I recognize that voice.
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Millie
IT’S MY VOICE.
Jules, really.
Holding my breath, I creep closer to the partially open door and feast on the image spread out before me. Ezra’s back is to me, but I can see the entire front side of his torso in the mirror. His shorts are pulled down just enough for his cock to be exposed, and he’s got one hand splayed on the counter for support and the other wrapped around his shaft.
When he tugs along his length and stops at the tip, it’s confirmed: my fake husbanddoeshave dick bling.
I smother my gasp with my hand and take a step back.
But it’s too late. He lifts his head and locks eyes with me in the mirror. “Don’t you fucking move.”
Feet planted firmly on the ground, I slowly push open the door.
“Did you think I wouldn’t see you, blondie?” Stroking his cock, he keeps his focus fixed on my reflection. This man sleeps nude every night; I should have known he wouldn’t be shy.
A shiver rushes down my spine, and not from my wet bathing suit.
“I’ve been so good for you. I want a taste of you. I’m begging you, please,” Jules says from Ezra’s phone.
“Th-that’s me. Did you know?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
His jaw goes rigid. “Of course I fucking know.”
“How?”
Ezra smirks, the expression menacing. “I knew the second you called me Daddy.”
My stomach flip-flops. Oh. That’s what that look was about. I clutch my hands to my chest. “I knew you had a daddy kink.”
When he doesn’t respond, I venture a step back. “I, um, I’ll leave you to it, then.” I salute. Like an idiot.
