Page 45 of Marry Lies

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I can’t believe I lost control like that.

Fuck.

What did I just do?

I promised myself yesterday that I would try to stay away from her—try to stay professional.

But this? This is the opposite of professional.

If I’m already acting like a horny teenager around her on the first day of our fake marriage, there’s no telling what the next 364 days will bring.

I am so completely fucked.

CHAPTERTEN

THE PRACTICE

Stella

After changing into pajamas, I realize with a start that I left my vibrator out in the open for all of Ravage Castle to see, or more importantly, my crabby husband.God, imagine if he saw it just sitting next to my sink!

Talk about embarrassing.

I pull the bathroom door open, and a few things become very, very clear in rapid succession.

One, the lights are dimmed.

Two, the shower is on, and there’s a pile of dark clothes in front of it.

Three, my vibrator is now onMiles’sside of the bathroom.

I’m just about to ask if my arsehole husband messed with my sex toy when he lets out a low, heady groan from inside of the shower.

My lips part as I glance at the shower. The lights are too low to see anything in graphic detail, but I can make out the general outline of Miles.

And what he’s doing.

I can’t move.

I know I should leave him to wank in peace, I really do.

But…something about the way the water is splashing against his hand, the wet sound as he strokes himself, the echo of the moan he let out a second ago…

My heart pounds against my chest.

He groans again and I watch with wide eyes as he braces himself against the shower wall. He’s facing away from me, and the shower must be cool because there’s hardly any steam.

My eyes adjust as my eyes work down his muscled back to his arse, to the muscles as they contract.

As he moves his hips up and into his hand.

I should look away, but I can’t.

I want—need—to watch this.

To watch as he brings himself over the edge…

He’s breathing heavily now, letting out breathy puffs of air.

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