Page 80 of Bound in Debt
Discovering that she tastes like sweet salvation and straight up sin wrapped together in something that was meant to be innocent.
But she’s not.
I’m not.
Victoria has a wicked side to her, one I don’t want to unravel. I’m sure she’s used to getting what she wants, but I’m not going to be the one to give it to her.
My wife doesn’t reply to my shitty admission. Instead, she drops into a low squat to grab her clothes from the floor and I see a pair of bright pink panties bunched in her hand.
Her face is nearly eye-level with my deprived cock and she can’t possibly miss the erection pressing against my pants.
And she has the balls to shove that lacey scrap of fabric into my front pocket, giving the slight bulge a pat.
“For later.”
For me to stroke my cock with while she’s in class.
“You’re really pushing it, princess,” I bite out, but I can’t tell whether I’m furious or turned on. Only one of those options is safe for both of us. “Get dressed and stop fucking around.”
“I already told you I’m not going to class today,” she answers softly. “So you either take your wife to breakfast, or I’m going by myself. Take your pick.”
“You have class.”
Her blue eyes don’t shift from mine and it’s torture to have her so damn close and yet so far out of reach. “You said that already.”
I’m not saying it again.
She’s a married woman and I don’t have time for childish games.
“C’mon.” I reach down to help her up, keeping a death grip on my self-control. “I’ll take you to get something to eat.”
Victoria happily accepts that answer, sliding her palm into mine as she rises from the floor like the innocent goddess she pretends to be.
Innocence would be an overstatement as her forearm grazes against my hard length. I hiss at the unsatisfying contact.
Her sparkling eyes fly to mine and she gives me a saccharine smile. “Sorry.”
She’s not sorry.
She’s anything but.
25
VICTORIA
Thursday, September 12, 10:00 AM
“What the actual hell, Vee!”
“Uh, hey, Ellie,” I smile weakly.
I knew this was coming, knew there’d be no way to avoid Ellie if I wanted to put on fresh clothes before racing to class. I successfully convinced Dante that my modern literature lecture didn’t matter, but I know he expects me to be present for his eleven o’clock.
It’d be a bad look for me to skip my secret husband’s class.
But before I can scurry off to play at being his star student, I have to face the music with my roommate.
Ha ha.
