Page 137 of Innocent Intentions

“I’m sorry to wake you, but I have a meeting soon, and they just finished. I couldn’t wait another minute to show you.” His excitement is adorable.

I take a sip and squint at him. He must read the confusion on my face, because he keeps going.

“I have a surprise for you. I want to give it to you before my meeting starts in–” he glances at his watch “–seventeen minutes. Come on, sweetheart.”

Still confused, but now curious too, I slide out of bed. “Lead the way.”

He hands me my robe, not wanting me braless around his guards. I put it on, and he nods in approval.

He flashes me a full smile that makes my heart skip, then leads me down the hallway. He takes me to one of the spare rooms Dotty showed me during the tour the first day.That feels like a lifetime ago.

“What are we–”

I don’t even finish the sentence. I can’t.

It isn’t a guest bedroom anymore. The bed is gone. In its place are a couch, two comfy armchairs, a wall of books, and a beautiful table in the middle.

But what stops me in my tracks is the recording equipment.

Microphones. Headphones. A band-new laptop.

It’s a full studio. My dream studio.

“Surprise,” Matty says softly, eyes on me like he’s holding his breath.

He looks like a kid on Christmas, except he’s the one giving the gift.

“When? How? Why?” I don’t even know what to say.

“The day of our…disagreement,” he says, sheepish, “after the shower, I made a few calls. I had my guys put it together. It took a few days to soundproof the walls properly. The setup turns the space into a professional booth. I wanted you to have the best equipment. If it’s missing anything, let me know. I picked out everything with you in mind, but we can change anything. I thought you might want to focus on narrating. If you want to. You don’t have to work at all. I can supportus–”

He's rambling like I do. I cut him off with a kiss, showing him mercy.

“Matty, it’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough.” I kiss him again. “I’ve always wanted to narrate full-time but couldn’t guarantee I’d make a living from it. This is amazing.”

I wander the room in awe. The couch and chairs are cozy. There are even throw pillows and blankets. I check out the bookshelf and notice there’s an entire shelf dedicated to books I’ve narrated. Books I poured myself into with only hopes and dreams.

How did you get this man?

I turn to face him. “I don’t understand. What made you change your mind? You were so against it.”

“I actually came in to apologize before your god-awful taste in musicdistractedme,” he says with a smile. “I saw how much it meant to you. I’m not going to stand in the way of you doing what you love.”

My heart clenches.

“Plus,” he adds with a grin, “listening to your sexy voice narrate books makes our time apart while I work a little more bearable.”

I laugh. “Maybe I’ll do a few extra recordings just for you.” I wink.

His eyes light up. “Excellent idea! Can it be personalized? Preferably with my name? Maybe moaned a few times.”

“I’ll consider it… with the right incentive.” I try to keep my voice strong, like a boardroom negotiation voice.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I’d make it worth your while.” He purrs, hand already gripping himself through his slacks. He’s already hard. Just from the idea.

I prowl over to him, swinging my hips. When I reach him, I press against his body, pull him down by his tie with one hand, and palm his hard cock with the other.

He groans sharply and thrusts into my hand. He wraps an arm around me, trapping me against him.

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