Page 40 of Triumphant Kings

And after doing a lot of digging, it turns out dear old Pops is in a lot more trouble financially than he’s let everyone believe.

That's another reason why I don’t think he’s going to come after me or Sadie anymore. At least not anytime soon. He can’t afford to. He’s too desperate to keep what he has left to risk it.

Thankfully, that's all taken care of. So now, I can go back to living my life the way I was before. With a few slight changes. The biggest one being the stunning woman in my lap.

My fucking wife.

Sadie Killian. Fuck, just thinking about it has my cock hard.

“Behave,” she whisper-hisses, pinching my arm.

I chuckle, bury my face into her neck, and give her a nip.

The guys had lots of questions, like where Sadie is going to live now that we’re married.

She is very determined that none of this changes anything. And as much as I hate it, I’m going to agree to do whatever she wants.

And right now, that means she’s continuing to live at Gayson’s place.

Speaking of the little shit, he’s been eyeing up my wife this whole fucking lunch hour like he has a dirty little secret. And I want to know what it is.

“Spill,” I direct the demand to Grayson.

His eyes flick up from where he was staring at Sadie like a hungry wolf.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, brows furrowing.

“Wanna tell me why you’ve been eye fucking our girl more than normal?” I raise a brow. Clearly, they’ve had sex, lucky bastard. But there’s something more to it.

“Nothing.” He grins, shrugging.

“It’s not nothing,” Preston mutters. “Now, out with it.”

“I don’t know.” Grayson looks back to Sadie, his grin going mischievous. “Depends if Pretty Girl wants me to say anything. What do you say, baby, you want it to stay our dirty little secret?”

Sadie shifts in my lap, making me grunt as she grinds her sweet ass over my still-hard dick. “I’m not ashamed of it.” She lifts her chin, making Grayson grin wider. “We don’t keep secrets.”

“Okay.” Grayson licks his lips before looking at the group of us. “Sadie found out one of my kinks.”

“Oh, boy.” Preston sighs. “What was it? You like feet or something? Do toes get you horny?”

Grayson physically gags. “Ew, fuck no. I don’t judge anyone with a foot fetish, but feet gross me out.”

Sadie laughs. “Even mine? You’re telling me if my feet hurt, you wouldn’t rub them for me?” She pouts.

Grayson shudders. “No. I'd do it. But don’t be offended if I looked like I wanted to crawl out of my skin the whole time. Just let that show you how much I love you.”

“Ahh, my hero.” She laughs.

“Keep going,” Declan says, seeming to sound as eager to find out what's going on as we do. “What's the kink?”

“Voyeurism,” Grayson says.

“That's it?” My brow furrows.

“Well, voyeurism of Sadie pleasuring herself.” Grayson smirks.

“I mean, yeah, I’m sure all of us fucking love watching our girl play with her perfect pussy, but that’s not some big revelation,” Preston says.