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Can’t get over the moment in the parking garage last night. Or when I fingered her right before we went into the diner. But it was more than that. It was—fun, sitting with her in the diner and eating milkshakes and burgers with her. Teasing her, the entire moment lighthearted. Until it got hot and heavy.
I liked both aspects of the evening. Sex with my wife is getting better and better. We’re understanding each other. Enjoying each other’s bodies. Learning what the other likes.
I’m not used to this sort of thing. Back in the day, I’d have sex with one woman, maybe a couple of times, normally only once, and then move on to the next one.
No way would I ever admit it to anyone, but I’m digging this monogamy stuff.
The moment the meeting is finished, I’m leaping from my chair, ready to hustle my ass out of there and get to my wife when Winston stops me.
“Talk to me a minute,” he demands, striding toward his office.
Pissed, I follow him in there, slamming the door shut behind me. “What?”
He turns, narrowing his eyes. “What’s got you all twisted up?”
“I need to get home.”
Winston grins. “Wifey waiting for you on the dining room table naked?”
Now there’s an image.
“I hope to fuck so,” I mutter.
“I’ll make this quick, then. Myron is looking into the texts. Said they’re from a burner phone. One of those prepaid things you get at a drugstore or whatever.”
“Could’ve already told you that.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a specific brand that’s only sold at a specific chain store.”
“Which one?”
When he gives me the name, I make a dismissive noise. “We’ll never figure out who purchased it.”
“Myron could. He’s a miracle worker. Let’s give him a chance.”
I shove my hands in my pockets, my fingers curling around my phone. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”
Winston nods. “I’ll let you know what he finds out.”
“Cool. Hey, I appreciate you helping me with this.” I feel like a jackass for acting shitty.
“Of course.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket to see I have a text from…
An unknown number.
“What the fuck?” I mutter as I open my phone with face recognition and go into my text messages. What I see makes my heart drop into my fucking balls.
Makes me want to rip someone’s fucking heart out.
It’s a photo of Charlotte, her hands and feet bound with rope, a piece of duct tape around her mouth. Her eyes are wide and pleading and she’s got on her favorite black matching sweatsuit. She told me when she wears it, she feels like she’s Doja’s mother, since the cat is all black too.
My wife is weird. Adorable. Sexy.
And currently being held captive by this motherfucker who sent me the image along with a threatening text.
Unknown number:I’ve got what I’ve always wanted. Want it back? Wait for my next message. And whatever you do, don’t get the police involved.
