Page 196 of Innocent Intentions

He trots to me like the perfect accomplice, tail wagging. I turn and skip down the hall toward the front door.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Matty calls lightly from behind me in his office.

That light tone won’t last much longer.

I keep walking.

I hear his chair scrape back. His footsteps follow, quickening when he sees where I’m headed.

“Margot, don’t you dare open that door. Get your cute ass back here. One of the guards can walk Benny,” he growls, his voice sharp now.

He hasn’t let me outside once all week. He acts like there’s a sniper camped across the lawn just waiting to take me out. It’s ridiculous.

I reach the front door and unlock it.

“Not another fucking step! I swear to God, Margot. I’ll spank your ass raw!” he bellows, and I hear him start to run.

That’s all the encouragement I need.

I swing the door open and bolt. I make it to the bottom step before his arms wrap around me.

“What the fuck, Margot? You can’t be out here. It’s not safe.” His voice is tight with fear, but I don’t stop.

“Ow!” I fake a cry, sagging against him.

He freezes in panic and drops me immediately

I twist out of his arms and run, laughing as I race through the garden.

“Margot, get back here! I’m not kidding!” he shouts, angry and scared in equal measures.

“No,” I call back, spinning in the sun. “I’m fine. I’m safe. I’m on our property. Nothing can get me here!”

Sunlight kisses my skin. My pores soak up the vitamin D.

Naughty girl. We all know you’re after a different D.

“Margot, get back here, right now! You’re going inside and staying there. I’ll lock you up if I have to. I’ve done it before, and I sure as fuck will do it again,” he threatens.

I shoot him a wink, then sprint around the house toward the garage. There are no guards stationed over here.

Perfect.

I wait for him to round the corner, and when his eyes lock on mine, I slip the straps of my dress off. It falls easily, pooling at my feet.

The only thing left is my black lace panties. The one from that first day.

Matty freezes, his eyes locked on my bare check. His cock hardens visibly. He curses under his breath, tilts his head up, and pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s praying for patience.

“What the fuck are you doing, Margot? Put your goddamn dress on,” he grits out, eyes locked on the sky. He refuses to look at me.

“Nope.” I turn slightly, feigning a step toward the backyard where there definitely are guards.

It snaps him out of his little fit.

He lunges, grabbing me by the waist and hauls me to the wall of the house. One hand grips my hip, while the other braces the wall beside my head, caging me in.

“You’re going to put that dress back on and march yourself inside, or I will throw you over my shoulder and lock you in our bedroom for a month. Do not test me.”

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