Page 181 of The Wife Situation

“Seems I called at the right time. Where are you, darling?”

My eyes slam shut as the world fades away. “Eating lunch with …”

A deep rumble of sexy laughter releases from his lips. He’s still dressed in business attire.

“Are you going to come for me?” His voice dips down to a gravelly tone.

I nod, knowing my panties are dripping wet for this man.

The locked door handle jiggles, followed by a knock.

I clear my throat. “Almost done,” I say.

“No, you’re not,” Easton tells me, and the vibrations stop.

My eyes bolt open.

“Easton. Ineedto,” I whisper. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he tells me. “And you said you loved being edged.”

“Not all damn day.”

I’m so sexually frustrated, and he knows it. He also knows exactly how much to give me before pulling away.

“I’m in control, babe. FaceTime me when you’re lying in our bed, naked. Until then, have a fuckingincredibleday. It’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

The call ends.

“He’s an asshole,” I say with a huff. By the smirk on his face when he ended the call, he knew it too.

The knock on the door startles me back to reality. I flush the toilet and wash my hands so that it seems like I was in here for a reason other than the toy buzzing against my pleasure button.

The vibrating stops, but I know it’s only temporary. Easton’s like a tiger. He waits, knowing when my body has calmed before he restarts his long-distance war on my pussy.

I take another minute, and the guy gives me a dirty look when I open the door, but I ignore him. When I return to Carlee, we chat about life and I fill her in with everything that happened from the Grand Teton to Fiji. She listens with a proud smile, gobbling up all the details, and doesn’t pressure me to share anything besides what I give.

We grab our coffees and walk our usual route to the subway through Central Park.

I hug her. “Let’s do this again.”

“Sooner rather than later,” she says, and I agree.

As I head toward the diamond in the sky, the vibrating kicks on and I drop my coffee. It spills across the ground.

“Alexis, are you okay?” Moments later, I hear my name from behind.

I turn to see Brody.

“Have you been following me all day?”

“Allweek.”

“Shit,” I hiss. “Okay. I gotta go. Tell your boss tocalm down,and I’ll be fine.”

Unable to stand there any longer, I rush down the sidewalk and enter our high-rise. As I step onto the elevator, the buzzing begins every twenty seconds and lasts for three. There’s no escaping the pleasure that builds.

When I walk inside the penthouse, I close the door, the buzzing erratic, and I know he won’t let me come until I’m home and naked inourbed.

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