Page 39 of Accidental Husband

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"You have my full consent." He winks. "If you record everything."

"You have not—"

He nodshave too.

"What is that even?" No. I don't want to know. But… he… why?

"You want to watch the video?" He pulls his cell from his jeans. "It's on my cloud somewhere—"

"You keep sex tapes on your cloud?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Where else would I keep them?"

"But… aren't you… someone could…"

"Need to access them at any moment."

Uh… What?

I just…

No.

Not going there.

"You watch your sex tapes because…" I bite my tongue. I don't want to know. I don't want to see one. I certainly don't want to imagine my best friend fucking some random woman.

"It's hot."

"Isn't that—"

"Really fucking hot?"

"Narcissistic?"

He chuckles. "You've never made one?"

Oh my God. I can't even.

His laugh gets louder. "Fuck, Jules, you look like a ghost."

"Why would I—"

"'Cause it's fun, knowing someone could watch later. Watching later. Watching while it's happening."

"You watch the tape while you're—"

"No." He nods to the mirror across from the bed. It's a huge thing that takes up the entire wall.

Oh. "I, um…"

"You're missing out."

No comment.

"Try it with—well, I'm not mentioning that."

"Uh-huh."

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