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Jones: Nope. You asked for this. I’m just showing you what you’re missing out on until then.

Me: You’re so mean.

Jones: Don’t worry, all of this build-up will work in your favor tomorrow.

Me: Tomorrow is too far away.

Me: I guess you leave me no choice but to go to Jaxson. He knows what I like.

Jones: WHO THE FUCK IS JAXSON

Me: Oooh, jealous much?

Jones: No.

Jones: Possessive as fuck.

Jones: WHO IS JAXSON

Me: Don’t worry, you’ve met him before.

Jones: I have a hard dick in my hand right now, Bella. Unless you want me to show everyone in town as I storm over there, I suggest you tell me.

Me: Oh my gosh, you wouldn’t!

Jones: Try me.

Me: You’re so grumpy when you’re horny.

Jones: I’m waiting.

Me: You’ve already met him before.

Me: He’s about ten inches long. Has a piercing...

Me: Knows how to get me off in seconds

Before I could press send, my phone started ringing. But it wasn’t just Jones calling me; he was FaceTiming me.

“Hey,” I answered casually as if I hadn’t just told him I was planning to get myself off with his sworn enemy.

“Go to the bathroom,” he instructed, the vein in his neck protruding.

“I don’t really need t—” I started before he pinned me with a look and interrupted.

“Now.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, a hint of mocking in my tone as I got up and headed toward the guest bathroom in the back of the house. “So bossy.”

“You have no idea,” he muttered, waiting for me to close and lock the door.

“Fine, I’m in the bathroom. Now what?” I held the phone in front of me, trying to ignore how hot he looked right now.

“You want something to get you off, fine. But I’ll be damned if you use that fucking toy.”

“What are you going to do about it? You already said sex is off-limits until tomorrow night after the wedding, and I hate to tell you, but I’m a very needy girl. And those needs are needing to be met before then unless you want a grumpy bride at the altar.”

“First—I don’t care how grumpy you are, Bella. I’ll bend you over and fuck you for everyone to see. Try me. Second—your pleasure is mine, which means you don’t get to get off unless I’m there to give it to you. Since you’re already gone for the day and very needy, I’m willing to make an exception because that’s the kind of husband I am.”

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