Page 127 of Marry Lies
This time, the pleading tone is evident, and Estelle pauses for a second, her hands running down to my neck.
I don’t bat an eye, because it’sher.I’m so completely smitten with her that I don’t care where or how she touches me—just that shedoes.No one else.
Only her.
“Yes, Miles. You did.”
I let out a shaky breath. “I need you,” I say, grinning. I run my hands down her sides and tug her close.
“I know. But I need to mingle for a little bit.”
Groaning, I let her go. “Fine. I guess I deserve to wait.”
“I have a surprise waiting for you in the cellar,” she teases, giving me a coy smile.
And then she pulls away from me and re-enters the crowd in the next room.
She knows what she’s doing.
This is her version of punishment for what I did, and truth be told, I deserve it.
For the entirety of the next hour, I say hello to anyone and everyone I can, knowing I sure as fuck won’t be available once I get my hands on my wife later.
Once I’m able to show her all the ways I’m sorry.
Every few minutes, our eyes meet across the room, and I swear, I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard for this long.
I’m leaning against the fireplace in the lounge sipping my whiskey when a small hand wraps around my waist.
“Let’s go,” Estelle murmurs.
Before I realize what’s happening, she’s leading me away from the party and through the kitchen. When we get to the door of the cellar, she looks over her shoulder at me.
“Ready for your surprise?” she asks, a mischievous smile on her face.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
THE EXHIBITIONIST
Stella
I don’t know why I’m so nervous, but my hands are shaking as I lead Miles down the narrow staircase to the cellar. After speaking to my father earlier and realizing what he’d done for him, I realized that I wanted to do somethingforMiles. Not only did he somehow manage to bring my father on as a client, but he also made a sizable donation, and gifted my father his money back four times over.
Through this whole ordeal, the money didn’t matter to me, but I did worry about my father’s investment.
I should’ve known Miles would take care of it.
So, this is for him.
A proper thank you.
The note about Lucifer is just a cheeky idea to celebrate our one-month anniversary, but this?
I know he’ll love this.
“Estelle, what the hell are you doing?” he asks slowly.
I open the door to the voyeur room, smiling as I hold it open for him.
