Page 180 of The Wife Situation

“Thanks for this,” she says, taking a bite. “It’s amazing.”

“I always told you that if one of us found a sugar daddy, we all win,” I say, giggling. “I honestly thought you would first though.”

“Girl, me too.” Carlee holds up her hand, and we exchange a high five. “The difference is, you’re not with him for the money.”

“You’re right,” I admit. “I wouldn’t care if he was broke. We’d make it work.”

She nods and laughs. “I’m such a good matchmaker.”

“You know, Weston also says that. You two will have to fight it out when you officially meet.” As I open my mouth to speak, the toy vibrates inside of me. My eyes widen and I grab my iced coffee and drink.

“You okay?” she asks, studying me.

I nod. “Mmhmm.”

The toy slowly pulses, and I regain my composure as the agonizing pleasure begins to take over.

“I’m still kinda pissed at you for not inviting me to your wedding. You robbed me of the only opportunity I willeverhave of being a maid of honor,” she says. “Always the bridesmaid.”

“Oh, hush, you’ll find someone who doesn’t sayI love youwithin the first thirty days,” I tell her.

“Have you and Easton?”

I study her, wanting to share this truth with her. “Not yet.”

She knows I’m weird about it as well. Every man I’ve ever said those three words to has leftme.

She glares at me like I have a nipple on my head. “You do though.”

“You’re right,” I whisper. “So damn much. I was planning to tell him after thirty days because I didn’t want it to be cursed. You’re so vehemently against it, and there’s a reason for that.”

She bursts into laughter, but she nods. “It’s different when you say it first to someone who you know loves you. These fuckboys just toss it around.”

I place my hand on my upper thigh and squeeze as the vibrator continues to pulse. I imagine him in another country, pressing random buttons on an app.

Carlee meets my eyes. “Have you been reading what the gossip blogs have been saying?”

“Not really,” I say as the droning inside of my pussy continues.

“Well, the pregnancy rumors have started,” she admits, knowing my past, knowing it’s nearly impossible for me to get pregnant.

I groan. “I think they’ll be disappointed in nine months.”

My muscles tense and I swallow hard. If Easton keeps this up, I’ll be melting under his control in this dining room full of people trying to enjoy their bagels.

My phone buzzes on the table and I see it’s Easton FaceTiming me. He usually does when he leaves for the day, and it’s around six p.m. there, so he’s right on time.

“Answer it,” she says, seeing ASSHOLE displayed on the screen.

“I’ll be right back,” I whisper, happy for the temporary escape.

I rush to the one-person restroom down the hallway and answer. I lean against the cool wood door, knowing I’ll lose myself in less than a minute if this continues. I’m so fucking close.

“Mywife,” he mischievously says, wearing that delicious smirk.

I tuck my lips into my mouth as my heart rate increases.

“Easton,” I whisper, and a whimper escapes me.

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