Page 26 of Twisted Devotion
“You already had your tongue in my cunt. I’ve been dying to taste you for the past two years.” And right on cue, her phone goes off, and she presses the answer button. “Stevie Reed.”
“There’s a midwife patient on her way up with possible leaking fluid, wanted to give you a heads up.”
“Thank you! I’ll be out there in a couple of minutes.” She presses the button to hang up and looks at me, ready to devour me yet again. “I’m not done with this pretty cunt.”
Sitting up, I shove her arm. “You’ve got to get back out there.”
“They’ll run the test they need on her when she comes in.” The devious smile of hers is almost enough for me to say fuck it and let her at it again.
Before I can chicken out, I ask the question that could change the course of my life and possibly my marriage as I know it. “Come to the house for dinner? We can tell Bo together…”
That smile reappears. “I’ll bring my balaclava with me.”
Fuck, I hope he’s not mad at me.
* Worship - Ari Abdul
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
BODEN
Audrey sets the table as I pull the roasted veggies out of the oven when I ask, “Are you sure having Stevie over is smart? I thought you two had a funky dynamic going on at work…”
“Yes, Bo, I’m sure. We talked and worked it out. She only has her grandma now, and she’s sick, so I figured we would invite her over.”
I give her a nod. “As long as she respects you, I don’t care what happens.”
It’s her turn to give me the nod now, but I don’t miss the shy smile and blush lining her features. One thing about Audrey, she’s a hard one to make blush, so that has me pausing for a second. But I’m quick to brush it off as we go about getting the finishing touches on the table right as the doorbell rings.
Audrey is already on her way to the front door as she yells over her shoulder, “I’ll grab it!”
I lean around the fridge and see her open the door, welcome Stevie in, and give her a hug like she would to anyone. They linger a while, but I figure it’s because Stevie’s grandmother issick, and apparently, the past couple of days have been rough for her from what Audrey was telling me earlier.
Sometime last week, Audrey started acting like her normal self again, but I still don’t know why. She said things got better at work with Stevie and she’s adjusting well to working with her. I’m just glad to see her happy again. It was starting to worry me after the fifth or sixth day, and she was acting upset and irritated when she was home.
Nothing had changed here at the house or between the two of us, that I knew of, but she was definitely working through something on her own.
“Dinner was delicious, thank you both for having me back over. It feels like the old days when I spent my years between your house and my grandma’s. I guess life does come full circle eventually.”
Audrey smiles at her. “Don’t make me feel old, please.”
Stevie jokes, “Oh, please, you’re not old!” And it’s kind of nice not having to be the one telling Audrey she looks amazing for her age, because she does.
“Whatever you say… Oh, let’s go look in the living room at the new couch we just got!” That couch is Audrey’s pride and joy, and when they head in, I head to the sink to start with the clean up.
There are only a couple things left to wash when I hear Audrey’s voice. “Bo, can you come here for a sec!” When I walk into the living room with the dish towel thrown over my shoulder as I dry my hands off, I freeze. Standing beside Audrey is a woman wearing a pink balaclava…
The Domme’s mask.
?*Stevie is in said mask.
“Audrey, Darlin’, you can’t dress a co-worker up to fulfill your fantasies… I love you so much, but this is so frowned upon. And this is Stevie—” I lean in and whisper like it’ll prevent her from hearing, “She grew up here too… and is way too young.” I’m shaking my head, wide-eyed at what the hell is going on out here.
“It’s Miss to you, Boden.” That voice is alltoofamiliar.
No.
