Page 33 of Momcom Vacation

The kid looks over his shoulder at me, then glances back at Rowan. “Jasmin invited me over to watch a movie.”

Cortney chuckles. “Nice.”

My blood heats. “Not nice. He can’t go over to the main house and watch a movie with Jasmin. Have you all lost your minds? We’re having family time. Here. Just us.”

My phone buzzes in my hand, distracting me. When I see Livy’s name on the screen, I hold up a finger. “Don’t let him out of here.”

Livy: Hey, baby, how have things been?

Me: Good, kids are great. Are you enjoying your break?

Livy: Yes, thank you so much for watching the kids. It’s just what I needed.

Me: Of course, Livy. I just want you to be happy.

Livy: I am.

Me: What are you doing now?

Livy: Thought I’d lie down for a bit. You know how horny I’ve been lately.

My eyes practically fall out of my head.

Me: Fuck. That’s so hot.

Livy: You still think I’m hot? Even when I’m so big I can barely move?

Me: Livy, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m obsessed with every fucking inch of you. If you don’t know that by now, then I’ve failed as a husband.

Livy: You haven’t.

Me: I love you. So much.

Livy: Love you too. I’ll FaceTime later.

God, I wish she’d FaceTime now. Then again…I shake my head. I shouldn’t. I really fucking shouldn’t.

Although…

My wife knows there’s a camera in that bedroom. She knows I’m psychotic enough to watch her too. Could it be that she wants me to? Is that why she texted?

I turn on my heel and stomp toward my bedroom. “Don’t let him go anywhere. You should all go up into the loft and watch a movie,” I holler over my shoulder. “Invite Jasmin over.”

“Who was that on the phone?” Cortney calls after me.

Rowan laughs. “Thousand dollars says it was his wife.”

“And he says we’re the ones who are obsessed,” Enzo grumbles.

“Just keep the kids busy.” I slam my bedroom door behind me, thinking about what I’ll find on the security feed. Sure enough, when I open the app, I find my wife lying in the middle of the bed, her gaze turned to the camera. “Oh, Livy, you know we have cameras in that bedroom. You trying to taunt your husband? Give him a little show?” Fuck, I love this woman.

With a lip between her teeth, she uses one finger to scroll through her phone. Hmm, is she going to watch one of the videos we made? I honestly never pictured my wife doing that, but for my birthday, she set up a phone in the corner of our bedroom and surprised me with our own sex tape footage. But I figured she deleted it from her device after she sent it to me. This day just keeps getting better.

I tap the screen, and the audio kicks in. The sheets rustle, then there’s a whimper. There is nothing better than my wife’s sounds.

“Hmm, who should we use today? Damiano? Bosco? Oh, maybe I’m in the mood for someone young. Yeah, today is a Jasper Quinn kind of day.”

My heart thumps wildly and my brain turns to absolute mush as my wife scrolls through images of all the guys who play for my family’s baseball team.

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