Page 7 of Bookgasms
“Hey, love. I just finished my session, and I’m on the way home. If you happen to get this before I make it home, let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like for dinner. Otherwise, I’ll make something when I get home. I love you.”
Having an author for a husband is like this. I’ll lose him for hours, or even days, at a time when the book is going well.
Unfortunately, it means he forgets things like taking care of himself. I’m glad I don’t work full time since it allows me to make sure he eats and sleeps when he should. I can’t imagine what he’d do if he didn’t have me.
Did I mention I love being a caregiver?
Taking care of my husband makes me happier than anything else can. It makes us the perfect match since he’s so terrible at taking care of himself.
The drive back to our place is uneventful, considering it only takes ten minutes. That’s one of the reasons we bought the house we did.
It was almost five years ago, just after we got married. We knew early on that we were each other’s forever, but we never felt the need to rush into marriage. We liked moving from apartment to apartment, getting to live in different areas. But just before I turned thirty-five, the need to settle down hit me.
I proposed to Jason, and six months later, we had the perfect wedding.
Finding the perfect house took a little longer, but as soon as we saw the house, we knew it was meant for us. Not only is it in Soda Springs, but its proximity to work only made it better.
The place is massive—too big for the two of us, honestly. We bought it hoping that one day we’ll find the polycule we’re looking for.
Jason said something about us manifesting our destiny or some shit.
I love my husband, but sometimes the shit that comes out of his mouth just goes right over my head. Or maybe I’m just too hardheaded to understand? Either way, the outcome is the same.
My phone goes off as I step into the house. It’s quiet except for the muffled sounds of music coming from Jason’s office, confirming he’s still hard at work on his book.
Deciding my husband is more important than whoever is texting me, I set my phone on the kitchen counter before heading toward his office. We’ll see how long it takes for him to notice I’m there.
Chapter Four
Jason
Sage stalks across the room, his fingers wrapping around my neck when he reaches me. He hovers over me, his smirk menacing. “What’s wrong, little dove? Are you scared?”
“Of you?” I scoff. “Never.”
It’s the truth. The shiver that runs through my body has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the desire coursing through my body.
Not that I’ll ever admit that aloud.
Sage is my enemy.
He killed my best friend—his own twin—all so he could wear the crown. I can never forgive him for that.
Can I?
No, of course I can’t.
What is wrong with me?
Why is it so hard to think when I’m around him?
“No, little dove,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my cheek as he leans down toward me. “I know you’re not scared of me. You’re scared of what you feel for me.”
“What? No. I—“ I break off, trying to pull away from him, but his hand only tightens.
“I can feel you staring at me,” I call over my shoulder, my fingers never stopping.
Victor chuckles as he comes closer, but I barely give him any attention as I finish the scene. I’m nearing the end of the first book in a planned trilogy, and two of my leads are about to kiss for the first time—followed quickly by some amazing sex. I’ve been building the tension between the two of them since the very beginning, even as she’s fallen for others, and this scene will be the culmination of those efforts.
