Her gasp is unmistakably excited, her affection reflecting in the mirror, along with her stark need. “I was going to surprise you tonight when we were celebrating.”
“You should know by now that there are no surprises between us,” I say, my middle finger moving in a blur on her clit until she screams. “I know everything about you. I love and worship every single part.”
“I love and worship you, too,” she gasps, deep in the throes, pushing me to a blistering peak. And later that night, when she cuts the ribbon on her very first roller coaster, I discreetly massage her stinging backside through her leather skirt, earning me a look of adoration, which I return, and will return for the rest of our lives.
THE END
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MY HUSBAND, MY STALKER is out now!
I saw her on the news one night and everything changed.
Including me.
She wants normal?
I’ll give her that, even if I have to pretend.
I’ll become the paper pushing insurance salesman next door and earn her trust.
Make her my wife.
She’ll never find out she’s married to a hit man.
She’ll never know I spend my days following her.
Watching and listening.
Obsessing over her happiness to the point of madness.
She’ll never find out.
Or will she?
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