Elena paced the living room, heart hammering like a drum in her chest. The house smelled like fresh candles and the faint citrus of the cleaner she'd used to wipe down every surface that morning. She and Marcus had talked about this for weeks, fantasized in bed about what it would feel like to let go, to invite others into their marriage. But now that the doorbell was about to ring, her stomach twisted with nerves and a hot, pulsing excitement she couldn't ignore.
Marcus came up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back against his solid chest. He was already half-hard, his breath warm on her neck. "You ready for this?"
She turned in his arms, kissing him deep, tasting the mint on his tongue from the gum he'd been chewing to calm himself. "Yeah. Are you?"
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