Page 184 of Cheater

Chloe slips into the bathroom.

Shit.

“I’ll deal with it,” I bark, not hiding my irritation.

“I’ve got Gil saying you’re not answering his calls.”

“I’m busy fucking my wife,” I state.

“I don’t need bullshit right now, Derek. Neither does your mother.”

“When do you ever?”

“She’s not very happy you went the city hall route and now to see negativity about your new wife and her past?”

There went my hard-on.

“I told everyone yesterday that this was what I’d be doing, Dad.”

“You also said it’d be kept quiet. It’s not been kept quiet.”

“I canceled our honeymoon to deal with it. We just got back from Chloe’s parents’ house as I had to do damage control there.”

“Good. I’ll tell Gil you’ll be here in the morning. Your new wife needs to meet with your mother’s media assistant tomorrow while you meet with Gil. Make sure she understands the importance of outward appearances. Bring her to the house at nine o’clock. Have breakfast with us first. We’ll do a photoshoot, too, so clear your morning.”

I grind my teeth.

“I’ve had to clear my morning, too, Derek, for your shit, so do not be insolent when you get here. Make this up to your mother.”

I pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You there?” he snaps.

“I’m here.”

“Nine o’clock,” he says and ends the call.

I toss my phone to the dresser and put my ear to the bathroom door.

The shower is running.

I quietly slip in and catch my gorgeous wife under the shower with her hand between her legs. Her eyes hit me, and she looks at me with challenge.

I’m hard again.

“Nuh uh,” I grab her wrist, place her hand on my shoulder, and lift her up, pressing her back to the wet tiled wall while I bring her down on my dick.

She whimpers in time with my groan as I fill her.

“You naughty little thing,” I reprimand, grabbing her hair and bringing her mouth to mine. I dip my tongue in and then say, “You don’t sneak off to come by yourself while I’m edging you. Now what should I do with you?” I flex my hips a couple times while she whimpers again.

Fuck, yeah.

“Should I make you come or edge you for the rest of the night?” I ask.

“Make me come,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Yeah?” I ask, liking this a fucking lot. She’s right on the edge and she wants it enough she might actually beg me. “Make you come over and over?”

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