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"Maybe."
My stomach flips thinking about seeing Stephanie today. I hate to admit it, but even before I married her, part of the buzz of work was winding her up.
Now? Still that.
But also seeing how horny I can make her.
I need to do something about it soon. Because edging her is starting to bring out something else. Something lethal.
And maybe she’ll actually kill me before I get my dick in her.
Before I die, I need to experience her.
It’s my life’s fucking calling to explore every inch of her kinks.
I’ve spent years learning everything about her.
Now, my obsession runs deeper than I ever thought it could.
Chapter 40
STEPHANIE
Song- Chokehold, Sleep Token
Iknock on the door, holding my breath like it might steady the storm inside me. For days, I’ve been locked in a mental tug-of-war over this decision. Now that the paper is clutched in my hand, I can’t tell if it feels right… or like another mistake I’ll regret.
“Come in, Mrs. Quinn,” Finn calls, his voice smooth and low. The way it slips through the door and slides down my spine makes me shiver.
I smooth my hair, take a breath, and push the door open, like I’m stepping into a lion’s den.
He’s smiling when our eyes meet, but the moment he spots what I’m holding, that smile curdles into a scowl.
“Mrs. Quinn. How lovely to see you. You’re early for work. Came to see your husband before shift?” His voice oozes sarcasm, his tone so cool it burns. “Seeing as you’ve been avoiding me like the plague for days. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
He spins in his chair to face me fully, the movement deliberate enough to make me shiver.
My cheeks heat as he rolls up his sleeves. And just like that, my body betrays me. No. Don’t get distracted, Stephanie. You didn’t come here to swoon. You came here to end this ridiculous farce before it trashes your career completely.
“I have something for you,” I say, injecting as much false confidence as I can into the words.
He extends a hand. I step closer, pressing the paper into his palm. My breath catches as he unfolds it, and then?—
A deep laugh bursts from his chest. A sound that should never feel that good in my ears.
“An annulment of our marriage due to intoxication,” he reads aloud, lips quirking like I just told him a joke.
I nod stiffly.
“Good try.” He winks, then tosses the paper into the trash beside his desk like it’s nothing.
That look he gives me now is unreadable. It makes my spine straighten. I plant my hands on my hips.
“Sign it, Finn. Please.”
He licks his lips slowly. Intentionally. I need him to sign this, because I’m too quickly becoming intoxicated by him, and I’m scared I’ll fall. And if he hurts me, I think that will be worse than anything.
“Please sounds so good coming from your lips, love.”
