Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Honestly, if someone had told him he would one day be attending Bible studies, and with Jack Morrison, too, of all people...
Just went to show how God worked in mysterious ways, and speaking of more mysterious things...
“This is the best thing ever!”
Guy paused in the doorway, car keys still in his hand, as the sound of his wife’s delighted squealing reached him from the living room.
The familiar chaos of their evening routine was in full swing: Mack sprawled across the entire couch like he owned it, Mounty curled up with his tennis ball, Middle positioned on the coffee table where he could see the TV, and Emmanuel tucked into his favorite spot on the cushions.
Even Manny and Maiden were chattering from their covered cage, as if they understood something exciting was happening.
“I knew it!” Jilly was practically bouncing in her spot on the floor, surrounded by their rescued family. “I absolutely knew he would be perfect for this role!”
Guy’s eyebrows rose as he recognized the opening credits of the police procedural he’d guest-starred on, the surprise appearance he’d kept secret even from his wife.
“Look, you guys,” Jilly continued, addressing their menagerie with the kind of reverence usually reserved for discussing sacred texts. “Papa is about to give the performance of a lifetime, and oh, here he comes..."
His wife's expression turned dreamy. “Just look at him. He’s not creepy at all. He’s just... yearning.”
Guy’s amusement died.
Yearning?
“I mean, technically he’s watching her without permission,” Jilly continued, apparently conducting a full legal defense to their pets. “But it’s understandable. He’s broken and lonely and he just wants to be loved, you know?”
"Are you actually rationalizing the actions of a stalker to our babies?"
Jilly jumped in surprise at the sound of her husband's voice, and she could feel her cheeks turning red as she whirled around and saw his narrowed gaze. "G-Guy?" Wasn't he supposed to be home much later?
Her husband crossed his arms over his chest. "You were saying about my character being broken?"
"Oh, um...he is, isn't he?"
"And you think that's enough to excuse everything he's done?"
"No, of c-course not," she stammered. "It's just..." She looked at him uncertainly. "You're not really jealous over your own character. Right?"
He actually was, but since he had no plans of admitting this...
"I think this is more of a question of how you'd feel, if I became my character in real life."
"What do you—Guy!"
Jilly could only gasp in shock when he suddenly scooped her up into his arms.
"Guy, put me down!"
"No."
"This is crazy—"
"The opposite, actually, since what I have in mind isn't appropriate for our babies to witness."
When he put it that way, didn't that mean...
Oh dear.
He had indeed carried her back to their bedroom, and Jilly's heart was already racing as her husband settled her back on her feet.
"Um..."
Jilly's bemusement grew as her husband settled into the armchair next to the window like he was about to watch a...oh.
Surely not...
I mean...
But when she saw the glint in her husband's blue eyes—
Oh dear.
"Since you're such a fan of voyeurism and stalking—"
"It's not like that!"
"How about showing me what's so romantic about it," her husband purred.
Jilly’s mouth went dry. “You’re not serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
No.
He definitely doesn’t look like he’s joking.
He looks like a man who’s about to prove a point, and I’m about to be the demonstration.
"Start with the clothes, sweetheart."
"G-Guy—"
"And I want you to look at me while taking everything off, one by one...slowly."
Jilly knew the wisest thing to do now would be to run away, but instead...she found herself doing exactly what her husband asked.
"That's it..."
Her dress pooled around her feet, followed by her lacy underwear...
"Don't cover anything," her husband ordered.
Until she was standing in front of him.
Shaking.
Completely exposed to his gaze.
And so, so shamefully wet for his touch.
"If I were a stranger," Guy asked thickly, "and you caught me watching you...what would you say?"
"If you were the stranger, I w-wouldn't even think...I'd a-ask w-what you wanted me to do—"
Guy was out of his chair in a flash, and the next thing she knew, Jilly's back was up against the wall, and all she could do was gasp as he surged inside her without warning.
"You s-said you'd only w-watch!"
"Watching is overrated," her husband growled.
And she could only agree, with the way her husband now filling her with his thick, hard heat, plunging deeper and deeper into her, faster and faster, harder and harder until...aaaah!
The End