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Harker made himself a drink and waited, his eyes going back to the bedroom door time and again. He wanted to watch Alison undress for him, but they could do that later. The idea of redoing their wedding night appealed to him in a basic way.
He’d never considered getting married until it’d been marry Alison or find another woman to have his baby. It was only temporary but the thought of her being his wife, belonging to him made his d**k harder than anything had in a long, long time.
What was taking her so long? He glanced at his watch. It’d only been ten minutes, but f**k it, that was long enough. He tossed back his drink, walked to the door, lifted his hand and stopped. He didn’t knock on his wedding night. He turned the knob, but it was locked. s**t. Had she changed her mind,
