Page 137 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

Poking my tongue out at the camera, I snuggle back into the warmth of my bed as a set of instructions comes through, telling me to find a certain app on the tablet and open it up.

Theo gives me the password, and in only a few minutes, I’ve got a black screen with a little wheel spinning in the middle.

Emmie: It’s loading…

His Lordship: It’ll be worth it. Trust me.

I wait, and then the screen begins to flicker to life. It’s pixelated at first, but even still, I know exactly what I’m looking at.

“Oh my God. Theo!” I gasp when I get a very clear image of him laid out naked on his bed.

“Hey, babe. Figured it was only fair you get to watch me too. Keep an eye on me and make sure I’m not jerking off every second of the day to thoughts of my hot-as-fuck wife.”

“Shit, I need headphones,” I say in a panic, reaching for my drawer. The last thing I need is Dad or Piper walking past my bedroom and hearing Theo and his dirty mouth.

“I know something else in that drawer you could make use of.”

“You’re wicked.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Finding my AirPods, I pop them into my ears and connect the tablet to them.

“Okay, please continue.”

“Nah, this is your show, babe. You tell me all the things you want to watch. I’ll even pretend you don’t know I’m watching. Kinda make it fair.”

My heart swells, knowing that all of this is about righting a few more of his wrongs.

“I love you,” I blurt, my brain not even realising the words were about to fall out of my mouth.

He sits bolt upright in bed, his hand immediately releasing his hard dick.

He blinks at the camera as if he couldn’t have possibly heard those words through the speaker.

“Say it again,” he whispers. The softness and vulnerability in his voice make my heart ache.

Fuck, why didn’t I say this earlier when we were face to face?

“I love you, Theo,” I say again, my voice cracking with emotion.

“Shit, Emmie,” he sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face and tugging until it has to hurt. “I don’t fucking deserve you. I don’t deserve to hear those words from your lips.”

“Let me be the judge of that. Now,” I say, getting this back on track. “sit back against the headboard and wrap your hand around that massive dick.” My cheeks burn saying the words to a screen, but I can’t deny that I’m not burning up inside. I can only imagine how hot it was, watching me when I didn’t know. Jesus, I’m as fucked up as my husband.

“Like this?” he asks, needing my praise.

“Yeah, just like that.”

Throwing the covers back, I make a show of pushing my hand into my shorts and gasp loudly when my fingers connect with my needy clit.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Good job I’m your wife then, huh?” I moan out as I push my fingers inside, my eyes locked on the screen where he works himself.

“You know, if I can’t have you in my bed, this is definitely the next best thing.”

A whimper rips from my lips as he starts running his hands over his taut abs.

Jesus, how is my husband so fucking hot?

“You’re just lucky, I guess,” he groans, answering the question I wasn’t aware I said out loud. “Fuck, I love you, Em. The best thing you ever did in your life was walk directly into mine. Fuck,” he grunts again, the muscles in his forearm pulled tight as he pumps himself almost violently. “I’m never gonna let you go, Hellcat. Never.”

“Never,” I cry, losing my fight with my orgasm at the same time he groans my name, and I get to watch as he shoots hot ropes of cum over his stomach.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chant as my body sinks back into exhaustion.

We both clean up and stay on camera as we snuggle into bed, still connected as I drift off to sleep with his voice in my ear.

And we do the same thing for the next few nights as he keeps his promise to take things slow, despite his desire to come and implant himself right in the middle of my life.