Page 183 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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She lurches closer, and I steady her.
"What the—" I glance down to find Max, clawing at my wife's skirt. She drops down and scoops him up. He licks her cheek and she giggles.
I frown. So now I am jealous of a dog? I lean in close and whisper, "Be home before me and undressed, on the bed, legs wide apart, pussy showing, with your fingers in your—"
"Shh!" She presses her lips to mine. Soft, Sweet. My heart fucking melts. "I'll be there." She murmurs.
"Promise?"
"What do you think?"
I laugh.
Saint appears at the entrance to the conference room. "The fuck happened to you?"
