‘Ding-dong! Ding-dong!’
The doorbell rang again, sharp and insistent, slicing through the heated tension in the bedroom.
Mira jerked back from Derek’s lap, slipping his c**k from her grasp.
Her eyes flew wide, panic flashing across her face as they locked on Derek’s. She pushed herself upright in a rush, her chest tight with fear.
“Oh God,” Mira whispered, her voice trembling. “Could that be my husband?”
Derek stiffened, sitting up on the edge of the bed. His muscles tensed as a flicker of panic crossed his face. “So early? You said he wouldn’t be back for another hour.”
“I know, he shouldn’t… but… I don’t know—” Mira stammered, her mind racing with terrifying thoughts of being caught.
“Just calm down, okay?” Derek said, his voice low and firm, cutting through her rising fear.
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