Page 92 of Marry Lies
He chuckles. “Fine. Spread your legs wider.” A heated thrill works through me as I give him a coy smile. He removes his phone and looks up at me, his expression pained. “Fuck, Estelle. You have the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen,” he growls. He unlocks his phone and aims it right at my fanny. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just do it before I change my mind.”
He takes two pictures. Grunting, he pockets his phone and stands, grabbing my dress and handing it to me.
I slip it over my head, thinking of the fact that Miles now has a picture of something so lascivious. He can look at it anytime—at work, at dinner, when he’s lying in bed…
I smile as I reach for my knickers, but Miles is quicker. He snatches them from the floor and pockets them.
“Excuse me,” I chastise him. “I need those.”
He laughs as he walks toward the door. “I need them more, butterfly.” Holding the door open, he gestures for me to go ahead of him. “Would you like something to eat?”
I snort. “Is that your idea of aftercare?”
He grins, and I swear, I’ll never get over the feel of Miles smiling because of something I said.
“Come on. Let me take care of you.”
His words cause a dangerous flutter to erupt inside of my chest.
I amsofucked and head over heels for my husband.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
THE ADVICE
Miles
I putz around the kitchen, making neat piles of ingredients on my chopping board as Estelle watches me from the island. Every time I look up at her, she’s either sipping her wine and watching me with a smile, or leaning back on the stool and watching me with a smile. I have to fight the grin that threatens to twist my lips upward every time I do. Once I have everything ready, I grab a large pan and add some butter as it heats up.
“Thank god one of us can cook,” she says mirthfully. “I can barely crack an egg. What are you making, anyway?”
My lips twist to the side. “You’ll see.”
I feel her eyes on me as I add the ingredients to the pan, unsure of if I’m doing it right. I’ve never made this, and it’s been awhile since I’ve cooked for myself. When I flick my eyes up to hers, I swallow before looking away. She’s so fucking stunning, and she doesn’t even realize it. That green dress hanging off one shoulder. Her wild, white-blonde curls parted over to one side. Her lips a shade of dark pink from kissing me a couple of minutes ago. After cleaning us both up in the guest bathroom, I’d kissed her against the wall of the kitchen before pouring her a glass of wine and ordering her to sit and relax. She doesn’t know it yet, but tonight changed something inside of me.
I’d never watched a couple while being with a woman—mywoman. I’d never fucked someone while I watched, either. I’d never told anyone aside from Chase about my kink—assuming I’d scare any potential dates away if I did. Voyeurs don’t exactly have a good reputation.
But Estelle took everything in stride, not missing a beat by joining me in the cellar. Enjoying it as much as I did. Knowingexactlywhat I needed, and when. And everything that happened…it makes me crazy for her. Unstable. Needy and possessive. Now that I’d had a taste, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to walk away from her.
Not when she was the only person to see the real me. My scars. My kinks. My secrets.
Well, all but one of my secrets.
I clear my throat. “Fried eggs or scrambled?” I ask, trying to shake the negative thoughts from my mind.
“Surprise me,” she says, smiling.
Her smile is fucking contagious.
I finish up with the sausages, plating everything else while they cook. Estelle gives me space, watching me as I grab some juice from the refrigerator. A minute later, I place a glass of orange juice in front of each of us before I set our plates down.
She stares down at her plate without saying anything for several seconds, and at first, I assume I massively fucked up. But then she snaps her glassy eyes up to mine, and there’s something open and warm as she laughs.
“You made us an English breakfast,” she croaks, pressing her lips together.
“I did,” I say slowly, trying to gauge how she’s feeling. Before I can ask her if I did an okay job, she bursts into tears.
