Page 79 of The Billion-Were's Foxy Forever

He grinned fiercely. “That text to my cell phone? You recognized the ring tone. My bad – I’ll have to change that. It was a call from Harris. Sent out to everyone, saying there’s a mark in the area. Only reason he’d text. You snuck in here and checked your phone, didn’t you? Because you’re going after the mark. On our honeymoon night. And not only that, you were going to leave behind a note. Not just any note. It’s a really taunting, mocking note, isn’t it?”

“Er.” She stared up at the ceiling.

He grabbed her by the chin – and kissed her. Hard. Hungry. Drinking in her sweetness.

“You little wench. You are amazing.” He grinned down at her. “I adore you so very much right now. But you know what? That mark ismine, and when I get him before you – not if, but when, you owe me five blow jobs and you have to cook dinner for me naked.”

She smiled up at him, eyes shining.

“Sweetheart. Babe. My own personal sex god. You’re on. I see you the five blow jobs and naked dinner, and raise you half an hour of oral sex, followed by a naked barbecue. You cooking for me, starkers, on the front lawn.”

And before he could answer, the love of his life had dashed past him out the bathroom door, slamming it behind her. When he tried to open it, she’d locked it from the outside.

His laughter chased her out into the night, and the love he felt made his heart pound so hard he thought it might burst.