Page 96 of Married to Lies

And then it snapped. I cried out, hips bucking, pussy clenching, face screwed up, and eyes rolled back.

He grunted out my name, harsh breaths coming through the phone as he came.

“Good wife,” he rasped. “So fucking good.”

We both gasped for a time, catching our breath in silence as we reveled at what just happened between us, even all these miles apart.

“Rei...” he breathed.

I tossed back the blanket, trying to cool my damp skin. “Yes?” I asked, a flush warm on my cheeks. I couldn’t believe we had phone sex that felt like that, not just some shallow imitation of the real thing.

“Promise you’ll be there when I get home.” That little hint of tenderness made my heart squeeze.

“I’ll be there,” I promised.

“Good.” He sounded relieved and... happy.

“You know, you didn’t have to fuck me to get me to move in,” I teased. “Although, it was much appreciated.”

He laughed. “The fucking was just your sign-on bonus.”

“Oh God.” I rolled my eyes. “He makes lame jokes. My husband is a lame-joke guy.”

“Guess you’ll have to get used to that,” he said, his voice warm as a summer sunset.

I smiled to myself. “Guess I will.” A surprise yawn passed through my lips.

“You’re tired,” he said.

“No I’m not.”

“Get some sleep,” he ordered. “It’s important.”

I pouted. “My husband’s bossy too.”

He chuckled, the sound a balm to my ears. “I think you like it when I tell you what to do.”

My sensitive pussy squeezed at the thought. “Possibly,” I whispered, smiling like a fool.

“Good wife,” he hummed.

Damn, I was tempted to reach for my vibrator again. If I wasn’t already suppressing a yawn. “Good night, husband,” I whispered.

“Good night, wife.”

We hung up and I held out my phone, looking at the screen. “Did that just happen?” I asked myself, despite the fact that I could still feel my heartbeat in my sex.

I didn’t even remember falling asleep, but when I woke with sunlight streaming in through the windows, I checked my phone for notifications. There was one from Quentin, but before I could read it, I saw another name.

Conrad.

I opened the text thread and stared in horror.

He’d sent a screenshot of a news article with a photo of Quentin and me at the altar. The bold headline underneath read, MYHOME CFO ELOPES WITH JANITOR

Conrad: Saw this on the news.

Conrad: You better have something good.