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“Yes, but the guys also fuck, so it’s more poly,” I explain.

Picking up her phone, she opens up her internet browser. “Where can I buy your books?!”

I lose myself in conversation with her for the next hour, and when she has to pack up to leave, I find myself reading through the story and going in a different direction. It’s the one I originally wanted for Fiona and her guys, and I’m able to type out two chapters before my phone buzzes next to me. The sun is starting to go down, and my husband is calling me.

“Hi, Gael,” I greet him as I pick up, a smile wide on my face.

“You’re lost in your head, aren’t you, Aria?” he asks, amused.

I can tell he was probably a little worried, but I’m not apologizing for my muse striking, and I know he doesn’t expect me to.

“I am. Want to come find me?” I tease him.

“If I do, I’m going to make my pretty wife sing for me like her namesake before I feed her my cock,” he warns me.

“Mmm. Daddy, how do you know exactly what your girl needs every time?” I tease him. The location is on in the setting in my phone, so I know he can easily come find me. I’m also alone out here, so I’m not worried about anyone overhearing me.

“You’re mine, brat, that’s how I always know,” Gael growls in my ear, making me sigh happily. I love being his. “I want you to read me what you’ve written when we get home. If I’m not so turned on that I’m fucking you before you’re done, I’ll have to spank you. Is that understood?”

Fuck, I wish what I wrote wasn’t spicy now.

“What if I want to be punished, though?” I ask with a pout. I hear my husband locking the door to his office and smirk. I have no intention of moving from my spot until he comes to find me. The campus streetlights are starting to turn on, and I feel completely safe.

“You’re testing me, sweetness,” he mutters. In a louder voice he says, “Good night, gentlemen. See you tomorrow.”

I giggle under my breath because my poor husband is probably sporting an erection, and the pants he’s wearing won’t hide it well.

“You love when I tease you,” I tell him, grateful for the battery life of my laptop as I shut it down. “I think I deserve at least a few swats for bad behavior. What kind of wife am I for forcing you to get hard during a phone call at work?”

Gael snorts as he jogs down the stairs. I can hear the keys jingling in his pocket, though his breath doesn’t change. The man has incredible stamina.

“I’m sure I can make an arrangement for you to read to me while I stretch your pussy with my fist, baby girl,” he growls in my ear. My lips part as my greedy cunt clenches.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper.

“See you soon, wife,” he chuckles as he hangs up.

Life with Gael Murphy is never boring. I’m still shocked and turned on when he drops beside me a few minutes later, a boyish and mischievous grin on his face.

“Ready for me?” he asks before his hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to kiss him. I moan softly into his mouth as his tongue swipes along mine. I would let this man do anything to me.

“Always,” I rasp with a smile as we break apart.

“I know. Let’s get home before someone finds me fucking you against this tree,” he says, helping me up.

While I wouldn’t be opposed because Gael can get out of anything, I guess I’ll wait till we get home.

ISABELA

My uncle is doing this terrifying thing where he calls me every day with a countdown and reminder that he’s watching me while I’m on campus.

“You’ve been spending more time outside, Isabela. Is the library closed?” Uncle Eli snarks when I pick up the phone.

“No, Sir it’s not. I enjoy working under the tree and getting some fresh air. I’m also wearing sunscreen whenever I go out, so it’s not affecting my skin, either,” I explain to him as patiently as possible as I start packing my bag for the day.

“Oh,” he mutters. “Well, the mayor is very excited about his wife’s vacation in exactly ten days. Are you still exercising and dieting?”

Uncle Eli won’t let me go to the gym anymore because the mayor enjoys women who “look” like women.

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