Page 103 of Stolen Vows

I scroll up, devouring every highlighted passage, every comment Francesca left. Each one is a window into her mind, her desires. It’s intoxicating, addictive. I can’t look away.

I’m so absorbed in this book and imagining her reading it, that I startle when there’s a knock at the door. My head snaps up, my heart kicking against my ribs.

“Come in,” I grunt out, willing my heart to chill the fuck out.

The door opens and Francesca stands in the doorway, hip cocked, oversized sweatshirt slipping off one shoulder. “Am I interrupting?”

“Never.”

“Can I come in?” She tilts her head, letting her hair spill over her shoulder.

“It’s your house too, remember?”

She smiles at that, a slow, sweet thing that makes my chest ache. She steps into my office, padding across the floor on bare feet. I track her movements, my gaze drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.

She perches on the edge of my desk, long legs dangling. “What are you working on?” Her gaze flicks to my monitors.

I lean back in my chair, keeping my gaze on her. “Just some security protocols for a client.” It’s not a lie exactly.

She arches a brow and glances from the monitor to my face. “So strange that your security protocols look a lot like the kindle app.”

Her bare legs distract me, and it takes five seconds for her words to sink in. My gaze flicks to the screen she’s staring at, and I know I’ve made a mistake. I should’ve closed down the kindle app.

I look at her, clocking the moment she realizes what she’s looking at. And I brace.

“Graham?” she asks, her tone curious and bright.

“Hm?”

“Did you hack into my kindle account?” She looks at me now, a slow grin spreading across her lips. Pure, unfiltered delight.

I settle back into my chair. “I wouldn’t call it hacking.”

She plants her palm on my desk, leaning in, pressing this moment like she knows exactly how far she can push. “What would you call it then?”

“A loophole.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans closer, her face inches from mine. “A loophole, hm? So you just happened to stumble upon my kindle highlights?”

I shrug, feigning nonchalance even as my pulse kicks up a notch. “Something like that.”

She hums, her gaze dropping to my mouth before flicking back up to meet my eyes. “And what did you think of this book?” Her voice is a purr, low and teasing.

I wet my lips, watching the way her eyes track the movement. “What did you think of it?”

She pushes off the desk, letting her legs drag against mine as she settles stands. “I think I want to do something different tonight. Something more interactive.” She tips her head toward the monitor with the security feeds up.

My dick twitches in my sweatpants at the promise in her voice. “More interactive.”

She slowly walks backward, her hands clenched in the hem of her sweatshirt. “More hands-on.”

I swivel around in my chair, my gaze locked onto hers. “Okay, wife.”

She pauses in the doorway as she takes her time dragging her sweatshirt off her head and letting it fall to the floor with a muted thud. Standing in a lace cami and matching sleep shorts, she grins at me. There’s something different about it this time. A new edge to it, sharp and knowing.

A challenge.

She waits a beat, watching me, drinking in the way I tense, the way my hands flex where they rest on my thighs.

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