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Bella: Yes.

Me: I’m serious, Bella. Do you smell smoke? I told you about that damn extension cord the other day. You need to get rid of it before it catches the house on fire.

I waited for what felt like an eternity for her to respond, but she didn’t. My palms started sweating as my heart pounded in my chest, my thoughts racing to the worst—Bella’s house was on fire. I was just about to rush into the firehouse and demand that we clear out and head over when my phone dinged with a new message. But this time, it was a picture message.

I swallowed hard as it loaded, Bella’s leg spread wide with her pussy on full display as her finger pressed against her clit.

My eyes pinched shut as I tossed my head back and groaned.

“Married life getting to you already?” Rodriguez called out as he passed by, noticing my state.

“Something like that,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure if he could hear it.

Me: You are so going to pay for that when I’m off

Bella: Sounds like a threat... and I kinda like it.

Me: I was worried you were in real danger

Bella: I am. My pussy is on fire, and I need you to come put it out. Maybe some mouth-to-pussy resuscitation.

Me: And now I’m harder than a fucking Rubik’s cube.

Bella: I know how to solve both—your hard cock and a Rubik’s cube.

Me: Well, aren’t you just filled with hidden talents?

Bella: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Me: I would much rather be buried balls deep inside of your pussy, but that’s not the reason for my text. I was texting you to see if you wanted to go to Capshaw’s house on Sunday for dinner.

Bella: Lol, Kensy just texted me to invite us over too.

Me: Well, Capshaw beat her to it since I got the invite first.

Bella: That’s debatable. Her message came through while I was taking a picture for you. I was a little distracted, or I might have seen it sooner.

Me: You’re killing me.

Bella: How so?

Me: You keep talking about your pussy, and I can’t think about anything else now.

Bella: Sorry. Give me a second.

I frowned as I stared at my phone, waiting to see what she was up to.

A few seconds later, another picture message popped up.

I lowered my head, debating whether anyone would believe I suddenly came down with a 24-hour bug to get out of being on shift as I stared at the picture of her perky tits and pebbled nipples, begging me to suck them. This woman was going to drive me crazy, and soon, I would be the lucky bastard who got to call her his wife.

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Bella

“Are you sure we have to go?” I groaned as I leaned my head back against the seat in Jones’ truck.

“Yeah, it would be rude to cancel. But we don’t have to stay long,” he assured me as we headed to Kensy and Capshaw’s house.

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