Page 133 of Foul Territory
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“You like it, husband?”
“Say that again.” His eyes snap to mine.
“My husband,” I repeat. He slams his mouth over mine so hard I have to hold onto his forearms to steady myself.
“How long do we have to stay here? I want to be alone with you.” He drops his head against mine.
“Only a few hours and then I’m yours for the rest of your life,” I say.
“I like the sound of that, Mrs. Mahina,” he says, with a smirk.
“Me too, Mr. Mahina,” I tease, as I walk away. He growls then chases me back toward all of our wedding guests.
