“f**k that,” Zara said. “You think you’re some big, hard man who’d sail through jail time? Oh yeah, you’ll be fine showering with a hundred other guys who all want to be your bitch.” She poked his shoulder. “I’m your b***h. Not them. You want somebody to suck you off, you call my number. Not theirs.”
Brodie slid an arm around the back of her chair. Devon leaned forward to see the slant of a sinister smile focused on his wife. “You’re not worried about me living in a concrete cage. You worried there might be competition for space in my bed? You’re jealous that all those other eyes will see my c**k every day while you’re drooling over pictures.”
With a stubborn chin, Zara didn’t flinch. “Pictures don’t satisfy me, beau. I need the real thing.”
Passion sparked again between the couple, but
