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He crossed the room, then came back into view holding an item I couldn’t make out. The bathroom light turned on, bathing Tarryn’s lower half in a beam of much brighter light.
Was he going to clean her up?
I yanked off my T-shirt and used it to clean up the mess I’d made as I kept an eye on Leduc. He wiped at a small section inside her hip, then hovered his other hand over her midsection, and angled his head, as though trying to decide something. What was he doing? There was a device in his hand. He switched the thing on and it buzzed—a vibrator?
No, not the way he was moving his hand, and not where he was using it.
Suddenly, I knew what he was doing.
Tomyfuckingwife.
My phone buzzed and I picked it up.
Tarryn.
I swiped to answer the video call just as the recording camera moved closer to the inside of Tarryn’s hip, to show me his handiwork. In small, elegant script, were the initialsLL. The video ended.
Was it possible to kill a man long-distance?
“Is he still there?” I croaked.
She rolled her eyes. “We tried calling you earlier, but heleft a while back.”
“I’m going to kill him.”
“You’re going to see him and forget all about killing him—then he’s going to talk you into blowing him.”
Furious, I wanted to bark a denial at her, but I was too worried that she might be right. Again.
“I fucking hate him.”
“He’s marked both of us now. I doubt we’re getting rid of him without a fight.”
“We could, though,” I said hopefully. “Do you want to get rid of him?”
She arched a brow. “Do you?”
My inarticulate sound of frustration said more than an entire soliloquy.
“I’m sick of him!”
“But you love having him around.”
“I hate having him around.”
“The video he sent made you angry, but did you get off on it?”
I opened my mouth to lie, but she already knew the truth.
“I didn’t mean to.” Guilt made me grimace. “I’m sorry. What he did wasn’t okay.”
“Nothing he does is okay, but that’s all part of the experience. Loïc Leduc: strap in and hang on tight, because shit’s going to get weird and stay that way. The consolation is it’ll also get you off, and he’ll look hot while he does it.”
I grumbled loud enough for her to hear me, but she didn’t try to talk me out of being upset. “Are you attached to him?”
“Are you?”
“Stop answering my questions with questions.”
