Zara’s POV
Twice more my husband takes me to oblivion, each time his devotion to me, to my pleasure is undeniable.
As my shuddering breaths calm once again, he finally rolls me into his side, it seems sated, for now.
We lay for over an hour, just enjoying each other’s company, relishing being back where we belong . . together.
As I lean against his chest, listening to his heart beat, strong and steady, Gerrard’s stomach suddenly rumbles. A gurgle of laugher bubbles up within me as I push away from him, glancing down to find my husband blushing.
‘I kind of skipped lunch’ he mutters, ‘I didn’t know what time you’d be back, and I didn’t want to miss you, so I was sitting out there for most of the day.’
‘You could have just knocked on the door’ I remind him, rolling my eyes playfully.
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