But there was still one big problem.
“That’s great that you found this out, baby,” I told her. “But without some kind of proof, it’s still her word against mine—”
“Oh, I’ve got proof!” she replied, taking out her phone. She pressed play on a recording, and when I heard Janice’s voice explaining her plan, I almost fell over.
“How…?”
“She found out about us last night,” my Jane admitted. “I was glowing, all oiled up and everything and she put two and two together.”
“Fuck.”
“And she got mean about it. Told me that you did this with every other girl—”
“That’s not true!” I roared.
“I know it’s not,” she said, taking my hand. “I went outside to cry in the alley and heard her talking on her phone through the window.”
“You were smart to record it,” Nancy said. “I can’t believe Janice. What a cold hearted little cunt.”
Jane blushed and nodded. I couldn’t contain how I felt for her. Before I knew it, I was kissing her with every ounce of love in my body.
Her lips pressed against mine, the only lips that would ever touch mine again.
The rest of the world could have melted away and we’d still be standing together. This was my woman. My love. My future.
“I love you so fucking much,” I told her.
“I love you too, Shane.”
“You two wanna break it up?” Nancy joked. “So we can start firing back with this recording?”
“Yeah,” I replied, laughing. “Let’s get it on the computer and I’ll call Eleanor and let her know what’s going on. I feel like a couple of lawsuits are in order.”
“Damn right!” Nancy clapped.
I looked at my beautiful girl and pushed away a curtain of her curls so I could see her eyes.
“You know, I think it’s time you see my place,” I told her.
“Yeah?” she replied coyly. “Why don’t you bring your camera? We could…document things. Have you ever shot video before?”
My lips twisted into a smile
and my cock began to grow in my pants.
“I like how you’re thinking, baby.”
Epilogue
Jane
I moaned as my orgasm swept through me like a warm wave. My entire body shuddered as my wet pussy clenched down around my husband’s hard cock. My hands gripped the bed sheets and I looked up his rippling abs to his taught chest and gorgeous eyes, dripping with desire.
…desire for me.
“What number is that?” he asked me. He knew very well that it was the fourth orgasm he’d given me since he’d taken me and lay me down on the bed in the back room of his studio. He just wanted to hear me say it.
“Oh, I’ve lost count,” I teased as I started to get my wits about me again.