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“Can I be a dirty whore if we’re talking about my husband?”

“You dirty, filthy,marriedwhore! You’re going to have sex with him, aren’t you?”

“No, seriously, I’m not.”

“I would,” she says wistfully. “I mean, it would be very angry and filthy, but I’d ride that dick and get all my aggression out before letting him fuck me into one of those mindless stupors.”

I chew my lip and glance at the door. “Would you stop it?”

“Sorry, sorry, just haven’t gotten laid in a while.”

“Go write some dirty fanfic or something.”

We chat for a little while longer. I invite her over later and she agrees to stop by. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to bring in guests, but Julien said he wanted me to make this place my home, and it’s not like I’m going to avoid Kim for the next two years. I might as well set the precedent.

I head back out into the main house, feeling a little bit better after hearing Kim’s voice. She makes me feel normal again, like my life isn’t totally spinning out of control and spiraling into a bizarre and strange place.

But the second I step into the living room, I’m reminded that I’m definitely in bizarro land.

Because Julien’s out on the balcony lifting weights.

He’s shirtless. His muscular, tattooed body flexes with each rep. There’s a yoga mat on the ground, and he’s doing bicep curls, grunting with exertion as sweat rolls down his lightly tanned and toned body. I stare, mouth hanging open, and I know I should get the hell out of here before he spots me, but I can’t help it.

The guy is absolutely built.

Holy shit, he’s beautiful. Every motion is poetry. His jacked veins send tingles down my spine. He’s even got those muscles that lead into his shorts, that ridiculous abdominal V pointing directly to his substantial bulge.

And as I’m staring, he turns in my direction.

We make brief eye contact. And he fucking smiles at me, the bastard, because he knows what I’m doing.

After a beat, he turns away, and continues his workout, fully aware of my staring.

And because I’m a sick freak, I stay right where I am and enjoy the view. I mean, I’m already caught, so why the heck not? Before he’s done, I scamper away to take a very hot shower, and if I happen to reach between my legs with my eyes squeezed shut and think about him as I touch myself, there’s nothing wrong with it, not at all.

It’s just a wife pleasuring herself to the thought of her obscenely built husband, that’s all.

Chapter 17

Brianne

Kim stretches her lean, tanned legs out and looks at me over the rim of her sunglasses. “I would seriously marry a horny wolf if it meant living in this apartment.”

I laugh and stretch my arms above my head. Chicago spreads out in front of us, and beyond the glittering city is the endless stretch of blue lake, disappearing out onto the horizon.

The view is absolutely breathtaking. There’s a slight breeze and full sun out on the terrace, and music plays from hidden speakers built into the railing. There’s an outdoor kitchen a few feet away and a hot tub at the far corner with an outdoor shower right next to it. I have a drink in my hand and Kim’s on her second glass of prosecco, and overall, I’m feeling really,reallygood.

Almost to the point that I can forget about Julien.

He left to do whatever it is he does an hour ago, and Kim came over not long later. The guards down at the front desk had to call and make sure it was fine to let her go up, and I heard Julien shouting at one of them and watched as his face turned pale.

The guards kept calling meMrs. Moreauand were very respectful after that.

Kim’s in a bikini with her hair piled up on top of her head. She’s got a killer body that I’m almost jealous of. I have on my bathing suit too, but I’m keeping it underneath a giant cover-up that hides all the ugly bruises. She hasn’t said anything about it, but I noticed her frowning at me a little while ago and I can probably guess what she was thinking.

“I think that’s exactly what I did,” I admit to her, raising my glass to my lips. “A big, French horny wolf.”

“Mon dieu, what a lucky girl.” Kim fans herself with her hand and bats her eyelashes.

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