HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 94

Alaric’s POV:

When I took my phone out of the pocket of my jacket, I didn’t know what I was expecting. But it was definitely not a photo of my wife in a pink lingerie set.

Fuck. Me.

I couldn’t see her face as her back was facing the camera. Meadow was holding her hair up casually, but her ass was the main fucking meal. Barely covered by the pink scrap of material, her big, bubble butt just fucking… stared at me. Inviting me to have a taste.

My teeth scraped over my bottom lip as I trailed my finger over her figure on the screen. The photo was daring. Maybe a little too daring.

Which was why I opened the surveillance feed on my laptop and went straight to her room. Meadow was standing by her bed, running a hand through her hair and… fucking biting her nails from nervousness, and it seemed she wasn’t even aware she was doing it until she just stopped all of a sudden as if she’d only realized.

Meadow was too innocent to pull this off–although, I did appreciate the effort. I was going to take more of those photos later.

Fuck. This fucking set. I was going to take it off with my teeth.

“Distracting me while I’m at work?” I asked smoothly, hearing the slight hitch of her breath through my phone’s speaker. “How very naughty of you, Doe.”

There was a pause on her end, and I could practically hear her swallow. I looked at the surveillance and she was curling her fingers around her hair. And I couldn’t exactly see her face, but I could already tell she was biting her bottom lip. I pushed the head of my ballpen down a few times, reveling in the click sounds.

“Well, you said you were going to teach me a few lessons,” she replied airily.

I leaned back into my seat, taking the head of my ballpen to my teeth, biting it gently. “And what if I was in a board meeting when you sent this?”

“Were you?”

Another chuckle. “You sound hopeful, baby. Did you wish I was in a meeting when you sent this… wonderfully posed photo of yourself?”

She stayed quiet for too long and I watched as she settled on the edge of the bed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe.” A smirk pulled at a corner of my lips. “Maybe is never enough, Meadow.”

She looked straight at the camera now, like she knew I was watching her, and then, tilting her head slightly, she said firmly. “Yes. I’d hoped that you were in a meeting.”

My cock jumped. “That’s a dangerous fantasy, Meadow.” I paused, narrowing my gaze as images began to assault my mind. “But it’s nothing compared to mine.”

The kind of things I fantasized about doing to Meadow here in my office were–to simply put it–insane.

But in the best way.

I could already taste her lingering question before she even asked it. “Will you tell me what your fantasy is, Alaric?”

The way Meadow said my name was enough for me to bust a nut in my fucking pants. It’s like it was made for her beautiful tongue. And when she was moaning it, when she was crying out with my name on her lips, it was fucking phenomenal.

Undoing my tie, I yanked it off my neck and popped the first two buttons of my black shirt. It was getting fucking hot in here. Or maybe it was from the heat in her voice–because the air conditioning was on.

I was already losing control, and she wasn’t even anywhere close to me.

Meadow stood up, phone still pressed to her ear, and then she stepped toward her vanity. She placed the phone on top of the table so I could only assume I was on speaker now.

And then she did something I definitely was not expecting.

Her fingers reached for her panties and she started to slide it down. “Don’t take it off, Meadow.” My voice was low.

She froze for a second, and then spun around to face the camera. “I just wanted to confirm that you’re watching me right now, you perv,” she teased.

“Alaric?” my wife whispered.

I leaned closer to the laptop, watching her every move. “You know you deserve to be punished for teasing me this evening, don’t you?”

She let out a breath. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry-

“Not enough.” My voice lowered. “Get on the bed and spread your legs open.”

I was already packing up. Shrugging of my jacket, I watched as she went to do as I said, breathing shakily over my phone’s speaker.

She lay flat on her bed, knees bent, those beautiful thighs open. And I didn’t know if it was intentional, but a moan escaped her mouth.

I adjusted my cock in my pants.

“I’m leaving the office now, baby,” I murmured. “I want you to touch yourself with your panties on.”

“What?” Meadow gasped.

“You heard me. Touch yourself with your panties on, and don’t you dare attempt to slide those pretty fingers into your bare pussy.”

Meadow was going to go fucking insane by the time I was at home. She’d be desperate to slip her fingers in her panties and stroke her clit and fuck her hole with her fingers, but I wasn’t going to let her.

“I’ll be watching you,” I added before I ended the call.

Meadow’s chest rose and fell as she breathed, her phone beside her head on the bed. And right before I shut my laptop down and moved onto my phone’s surveillance, she started to slide her fingers down her bra.