Brock’s Perspective:
I was baffled at how my mate shifted from seething anger to an eager desire to mate. I wouldn't question this unexpected turn of fortune. In gratitude, I offered silent thanks to the moon goddess for her positive gift.
Without hesitation, driven by a distrust of interruptions, I quickly stripped off her clothes, then shed my own. A giggle escaped her, amused by my fervent haste—a desire that had been smoldering since the day she dashed away with her resume in hand.
Gently placing Stephanie on the bed, I hovered over her, eager to lavish my attention on her generous curves. Suddenly, a persistent knock, knock, knock intruded upon us. I brushed off the relentless tapping at my door, yet it grew more insistent. "Leave, if you value your life!" I shouted.
Knock, knock
