Page 136 of Take My Name

I can’t help laughing because I just know Warren gives them shit for it.

Maisie

That’s what I get for trying to sext my husband at work. Thank God I didn’t send a photo of my recently shaved pussy.

My phone rings three seconds later.

“Hello, husband,” I purr.

“Maze…” His tone is firm, and I wince.

“He was still standin’ behind ya, wasn’t he?”

I hear laughter in the distance and a groan from Warren.

“Yeah, he was.”

“Shit. Any chance he’ll pretend he didn’t read that?”

He sighs, breathing out roughly. “Highly unlikely.”

“Alright, so no more naughty textin’ while you’re at work.”

“You can in about five minutes when I kick his ass outta here so he gets to work.”

“In that case, prepare yourself, cowboy.”

“Gimme your best, wife.”

Ooh, I’m going to make him regret those words.

After hanging up, I make him wait longer than five minutes so he can suffer in anticipation. If I had any lingerie with me, I’d tease the shit out of him, but for now I have to improvise.

I lie naked in the middle of the bed and cross my legs so he can see my piercing just enough to notice I’m bare. Then I angle my phone high up so he’ll be able to see the skin that meets under my breasts but no nipple shot.

A glimpse of what’ll be waiting for him when he gets home.

After taking a few shots, I send him my favorite one with a text.

Maisie

Since you’re handling dinner, I’ll take care of dessert

I wait impatiently for his response, wondering if he got sidetracked or busy with work and hasn’t been able to check his phone.

Deciding to grab my Kindle, I get under the covers and grab the next book in the series I was reading.

Before I can finish the first chapter, the front door opens and slams shut. I jump at the booming sounds of boots storming down the hallway and then the bedroom door whips open.

“Jesus, you scared the shit outta me. I thought Bigfoot was comin’ for me.”

Without a word, he closes the gap between him and the bed, throws off the covers, and grabs my ankles. Then he yanks me down the mattress toward him.

“That was quite the photo you sent me…” His deep growl has me aching to squeeze my thighs, but he’s hovering above me and standing between my legs.

“Did you like it?” I smirk, losing the grip on my Kindle and leaning up on my elbows.

“I did,” he says with amusement. “So much so I had to leave work before someone saw my ragin’ boner.”