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The solid wood door slams shut behind us, sealing off the world. In one smooth motion, I lift you over my shoulder, your surprised shout muffled against my back as I start up the stairs. A low chuckle escapes me, feeling you struggle uselessly. I shove the bedroom door open with my boot and tumble you onto the bed, closing the distance before you can right yourself, my weight pinning you down. My mouth finds yours instantly — a hard, consuming kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. 'Stop talking,' I growl into the kiss, my hands already slipping under your shirt, palms flat against the heat of your skin. I can feel your heart racing against my chest. My teeth graze your neck, and then a thin, distressed cry slices through the room. Our two-year-old is standing there, lower lip tre…