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I shook my head. He was incorrigible. “That’s not very feminist of you.”
“She wants a lot of babies. I can tell. Just think of the fun we can have breeding our little wife.” He sighed. “I can’t wait to see her belly all big with our baby.”
“Didyou tamper with her birth control shot?” I’d asked before, but he’d evaded the question. I couldn’t stop wondering.
“I didn’t.”
“Oh.”
“I bribed a nurse to.”
“Loïc!”
“It’s fine. It was what Tarryn wanted,” he assured me. “Don’t tell her. If she wants to know, she’ll ask me.”
I was gripping my phone so hard it felt like it was cutting into my hand. “Did she say that was what she wanted?”
“Not in so many words.”
“You can’t make decisions like that without talking to her first.”
“The two of you are so busy worrying about the inconsequential things in your lives that you forget to make yourselves happy. It’s easier when I take care of these decisions for you. And look—now you’re moving back to where you belong. I may have meddled in your marriage, but I saved it, didn’t I? It was circling the drain.”
I rolled my eyes. “You may have a point about our choices being too career-centric over the past few years, but our marriage was most definitelynotcircling the drain. Don’t be a dick.”
He laughed so quietly I almost missedit.
The man wasn’t a submissive, but he was the biggest fucking brat I’d ever met.
“Does it turn you on knowing I’m probably the one who impregnated her?”
I pictured her soft and pliant under the vicious thrust of his hips, and I rubbed my fingers over my lips.
“It could have been either of us,” I protested. The answer was yes, but the idea of being turned on by my wife being pregnant with our lover’s baby was probably a weird thing to be turned on by.
“Sure. Let’s pretend that’s true.”
He was fucking with me. Again.
“Undress for me.”
“I’m trying to pack!” I looked around the room. “Besides, I don’t know where you put the camera.”
“There are several. I like watching you jerk off in high definition.”
“Leduc.”
“Davenport.”
Fuck. Why was my dick hard?
“I can see how hard you are,” he said as though reading my mind. “Jerk off for me, then you can go back to packing.”
I sighed, already knowing I’d argue with him then eventually give in. Might as well skip ahead so I could get back to work.
The idea of him watching me masturbate was embarrassing, yet weirdly hot. I was more voyeur than exhibitionist, but showing off for him did something for me. It was hard not to enjoy his appreciation.
I started to strip off my clothes.
