Chapter 26

The drive into town was torture. Every few minutes, Monique would shift in her seat, sighing softly as she adjusted how the plug pressed inside her. It was subtle—just enough to remind me of exactly what she was doing.

I clenched my jaw, my good hand gripping my thigh. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She smirked, eyes on the road. “Immensely.”

I shook my head, chuckling despite myself.

When we arrived at the phone store, Monique took my hand as we stepped inside. A tall, striking woman in her early forties approached us with a warm smile. Her name tag read Juliette.

“Bonjour! How can I help you today?”

I explained that I needed a replacement phone, as my old one had been destroyed in the accident. Juliette listened attentively, her eyes flicking between Monique and me with quiet curiosity.

“You’re lucky to have your daughter taking care of you,” she said with a knowing smile.

Monique beamed. “Oh, I’m not his daughter, but I do make sure he’s well taken care of.”

I felt heat rise to my face as Juliette chuckled, eyebrows raised as her gaze lingered on me a little longer than necessary.

“I’ll get everything set up,” she said smoothly, heading toward the back.

As soon as she walked away, Monique turned to me with a playful glint in her eyes. “She’s flirting with you.”

I scoffed. “She’s being polite.”

Monique giggled. “Oh, my sweet, oblivious man.”

Juliette returned a few minutes later with my new phone, going over the details as Monique stood close, trailing her fingers lightly over my arm—just enough to be distracting.

After completing the purchase, Juliette handed me the phone with a wink. “Enjoy it, Monsieur.”

I nodded, slipping it into my pocket as Monique took my arm and led me out of the store.

As we reached the car, I pulled out the phone and noticed an unknown number saved in it. Before I could read the message, Monique snatched the device from my hand, giggling.

“What does it say?” I asked, arching a brow.

She smirked. “Juliette wants to know if I’m willing to share you.”

I blinked. “Are you serious?”

She twirled the phone between her fingers. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I groaned. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

Monique leaned over, her lips brushing my ear. “Good.”

As she buckled her seatbelt, she shifted again, sighing softly. “Every time I sit, the plug presses just right.”

I clenched my jaw. “Monique...”

She just grinned, starting the car.