Page 261 of Cheater

“Do you really wanna know?” I ask.

She frowns. “No,” she whispers.

I laugh. She mean-mugs me for laughing.

“Have you?” I ask.

“I’d ask you the same question you just asked me but… no, I haven’t dabbled. I’ve always wanted to, though.”

“I know, baby. Let’s have some fun,” I say.

“Do I need a safe word?” she asks.

I smile wider. “Probably. But you aren’t getting one.”

My wife bites her lip as arousal lights in her eyes.

I’m going to fulfill another sexy bucket list item the day after tomorrow, too. Sunday sundaes. In bed. We’ll be licking the ice cream and toppings from one another.

A Month Later

“You don’t get to tell me who I do and don’t fire, Derek,” she sassily informs. “Carlos is good at his job. You’re just still holding onto unnecessary hostility because you saw me go to lunch with him before you came back home. He’s dating Coraline. He likes her a lot. Also, I happen to be happily mated for life.”

I smirk. She’s referring to that line in the book report about the book I bought her that day I approached in the soup place. I read her book report the day after I found out she was pregnant. I love how she compared the love story in the book to ours.

“Wait. I thought Jeff was dating Coraline.”

“That only lasted two weeks before Jeffy told her he didn’t want to be tied down,” she tells me. “Now she’s dating Carlos. Though, it’s not exclusive yet because Cor is still kind of hooking up with Jeffy.”

“I don’t give a fuck who Carlos is or isn’t dating. If I catch him looking at your tits again, Chloe, you won’t like what happens.”

Her mouth drops open.

I tack on, “It’s probably best that you fire him.”

She doesn’t look pregnant yet, but she looks curvier and her tits sure are bigger. Courtesy of growing my baby inside her.

I’m looking forward to it being obvious that I’ve impregnated her. I want the world to see her belly rounded because I made it that way.

“I told you I love you just the way you are, but Derek, I don’t want to live with the fear of threats,” she warns, poking my chest with her index finger. “That’s still not okay with me. Okay?”

“Then you’d best be my good girl, Chloe,” I fire back. “Unless you want a punishment.”

The wicked gleam in her eyes right now at the idea of a punishment? It makes me love her even more.

But I’m absolutely serious. If she doesn’t fire Carlos, I might have to get rid of him myself.

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