Page 10 of Devious Whims

She sucks her bottom lip in and then nods. When her eyes lift to meet mine, the familiar fluttering in my chest has me swallowing down the ache building in my throat. The first time I saw Cami all it took was one glance into her soul and I was goner. I could never look away after that.

“Okay,” she says, and I know we will be fine.

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“How was your first full day as a free man?” Mike asks, pulling the bowl of corn bread closer to him.

Cami’s eyes lift to mine, the fear in them makes my teeth grind. I want to blurt out how delicious his wife’s snug cunt felt around my cock, but I don’t want to hurt her.

Clearing my throat, I push my spoon around in my chili. “It felt long and short at the same time.”

Mike nods, smiling at me. “I can’t imagine. You two get some bonding time?”

She chokes on the sip of soda she just took, spraying the syrupy drink all over her dress. He pushes back from his chair and grabs a roll of paper towels from the kitchen. “You okay, darling?”

Cami nods furiously, dabbing at the splattered drops on her chest. I watch, enjoying how flustered she is and take a huge bite of my food. Mike settles back into his seat slowly, watching her with a concerned expression.

“I’m fine,” she croaks out, waving a dismissive hand towards him. “Really, it just went down the wrong way.”

Licking my lips, I smile. “We did,” I say, answering Mike’s previous question. “She made me my favorite pancakes. It was just like old times.”

Mike grins, chuckling softly to himself. “Yeah, I miss her breakfast. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to start so early at work.”

“Then quit. Cami’s trust fund should be enough to live off of,” I say with a shrug.

They both fall silent and exchange a somber look that burns my insides. It’s a private conversation with no words that only they understand.

“I don’t touch my trust fund. Not since I graduated,” Cami admits. Her focus shifts to her food.

Mike shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. “I enjoy working. Just the occasional longing to stay home with my wife, but otherwise, I do what I need to provide for us.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you know how much sits in her bank accounts?”

“Devon,” Cami scolds in a seething voice.

“Millions. And that’s just what I know was initially given. Who knows what she’s done since? I hope invested and racked up that interest.”

Mike pierces me with a blank stare. It seems like he’s unsurprised by the amount. I can’t fathom why he would work if she’s as wealthy as I know she is. My father only contacted me twice during my sentence, once to inform me of Cami taking her inheritance, and the second time to inform me she had gotten married. Thankfully, she had already told me the second one before him or else I might have lost my head.

“I don’t want their money. I did what I needed to survive at first, but after that… it’s put away for our children,” Cami spits out, pushing away from the table.

Our children falling from her lips sends a shiver up my spine and I imagine her swollen belly. She storms from the room, and I lean back into my chair, watching her retreating form.

“Cami and I are honest about everything in our relationship,” Mike says. My attention falls to him, and I almost feel bad because that’s so far from the truth that it’s nearly laughable.

He sighs, tugging at the collar of his shirt and losing a button. “I get you’re angry. You’re mad at the world for the hand it dealt you, but don’t take it out on her.”

“Don’t assume you know anything about me,” I sneer.

His eyes harden. “I know we opened our home to you. I know if we were to kick you out and your probation officer came looking, your ass would land right back where it was. Cami has the biggest, kindest heart I’ve ever known. If you do anything to hurt her, I’ll make up enough lies that not even Satan himself could free you from the prison sentence thrown at you.”

I bite my tongue, hating the respect I gain for him because of his threats. One sentence and I could cripple his entire house of cards, but at the cost of the one person we both love. So I remain silent, staring at him with a blank expression.

He eventually drops his gaze back to his bowl of chili and begins eating. In another minute, I relax my shoulders and do the same.

Cami

I know the look in my husband’s eyes, the way they scan over my body with feral intent. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, and I glance at the closed door. This will be the first time Mike has touched me since Devon came to live with us a few days ago. I don’t understand why I’m so nervous.

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