Page 129 of Bride By Initiation

Her convulsions slow.

We try to catch our breath as the doorbell and pounding continue.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Go away!" I yell out again.

Still flushed, Zara looks up and winces. "Maybe we should get that?"

"Fuck them." I push my lips against hers.

She giggles against my mouth.

The ringing and pounding doesn't stop.

I tear my mouth off hers, spouting, "Jesus Christ."

She rolls off me and rises.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

She grabs her robe and puts it on. "I'm going to go see who's at the door."

"Like fuck you are," I say, jumping up.

She arches her eyebrows. "Why not?"

"You just fucking squirted all over me," I point out. "My wife's not going to the door smelling like she just got fucked."

She smirks. "Really? Want to bet?"

"Don't test me," I warn.

She begins strutting toward the door.

I step behind her and spin her against the wall.

She gasps.

"You keep your naked, sexy ass, smelling like pussy juice, in this room."

Her lips twitch. "You do realize you have my scent all over you now?"

I grin. "You can squirt some more on me later. Don't you dare leave this room."

She giggles. "Yes, dear hubby. But go before whoever it is breaks the front door down."

I groan, annoyed at whoever is outside. I grab a towel, wrap it around my waist, then rush to the front door.

"Jesus Christ. Stop fucking doing that," I bark, then jerk the door open and freeze.

Byrne arches his eyebrows, taunting, "Is something wrong with your doorbell?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with my doorbell. Is there something wrong with your finger?"

"You weren't answering."

"I was busy," I state.

He chuckles, glancing at my towel. "I can see that."

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