Page 70 of Innocent Intentions

No. It’s thoughtful.

But I shake my head. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” His voice is gentler now. “Margot, you can tell me anything.”

I inhale. Okay. Here we go.

“I narrate audiobooks. I need to collect my equipment.”

A beat.

Then, “I know.”

I frown. “What do you mean, you know?”

“I just finished your last one. You’re very talented.”

Oh my God.

My face goes up in flames.

“They’ve gotten me through quite a fewsituations.” He adds, smirking.

I stare at him.

Then, it hits me.

Oh. My. God.

He’s been getting off to my narrations.To me.

I’m redder than a fire engine. This is beyond embarrassing.

But I can’t stop the images flooding my mind. Images of him gripping his cock, stroking himself, listening to me voice erotic scenes. Does he picture me in them?

To my horror, the image has heat pooling between my thighs. I cannot find that hot. It’s embarrassing.

Babe, he’s getting off to only your voice, filled with fantasies of you. That’s such a compliment.

I shove the thought away.

“Oh… Well… Umm.” I clear my throat, struggling to regain control. “Can you get one of your men to gather my equipment? I have a recording due in a few weeks, and I need to start working on it now.”

I can’t even look at him.

“No.”

My gaze shoots to his in confusion. “No?”

He meets my eyes evenly. “You’re not recording anymore.”

I stare at him. “Excuse me?”

He doesn’t waver. “You’re never narrating scenes like that with another guy again. And not to mention listeners. Do you know how many perverts out there would get off just hearing my sweet girl’s voice?” His expression darkens. “No one else gets to hear you like that. I’m working on getting the ones you’ve already recorded taken down.”

My stomach drops.

There’s no room for argument in his tone.

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