It was the sound of the front door slamming that drew your attention up and away from your phone. You could fake innocent all you wanted but you knew exactly what you’d done.

Simon was back, and he was ready to give you some kind of punishment for teasing him like you did. The pictures were of you in his bed, wearing nothing or wearing something you knew would drive him crazy.

“Don’t play coy now, love.” His thick accent was a propellant for the night. “Spread your legs and be a good girl.”