Eager Housewife: a smutty free-use romance (Filthy Scottish Kingpins Book 2)

She’s watching television when I get home after a particularly long evening of figuring out some unanticipated and bloody problems. The living room is lit by side lamps, little pools of yellow light that highlight my wife’s brown hair. It’s casually pulled back in a ponytail as she watches—I’m not sure what it is—a romcom, maybe?

The pale pink strap of her satin nightdress is slipping off her shoulder, and she’s curled so cutely on the sofa. For a while I stand in the doorway looking at her. My perfect little forbidden free use wife.

Concern scratches at me, again, about what’ll happen when my daughter finds out. Could Ainsley be able to accept her new step-mother? Will Blythe ask for a divorce to try to save her friendship?

I don’t think I could grant it. A year seemed like a long time when Ainsley was planning her round-the-world trip, but now it doesn’t. A year with Blythe will be over in a blink, and potentially—I hope—she’ll have a newborn. We’ll have a baby.