Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“Hale, even if we spend most days in bed, we’ll still have to venture out to find food.”
“I’ll keep you fed.” His hand snaked under my T-shirt, palm warm and gentle as he cupped my breast.
I couldn’t concentrate when he rolled my nipple like that. “I have to leave some of this stuff behind.”
He buried his face in my shoulder, kissing and nipping those sensitive curves and making me twitch. If he made it to my earlobe I was done.
“What about this? Do I need this?” I held up the string bikini Hale’s sister had insisted I buy on our last shopping spree.
He pulled the bikini out of my hand and tossed it onto the table. “Come with me.”
“But I have to finish packing—”
“You can finish after we’re done.” He towed me through the penthouse until we were standing in the master bedroom.
“Elara will be awake soon.”
“So we better hurry.” He stripped out of his shirt and lounge pants.
I backed into the bed. “Hale, I’m still in my PJs.”
He caught the front of my faded T-shirt and tugged me forward. “You’re full of excuses. Let me distract you.”
Good luck. I was an incurable over-thinker. And for good reason! Overthinking helped me prepare for the multitude of calamities that befell me regularly. Not everyone was as lucky as Hale.
He crouched and caught me by the back of the knees, flipping me onto the bed. “That’s better.”
“Hale, I’m not in the right headspace for this. I still have to go through my toiletries, and pack up the wedding clothes for the cleaner and—Hello!”
He yanked down my panties and dove forward, closing his mouth over my clit and pressing his fingers deep. I arched into him, losing my train of thought.
“There it is!”
His other hand went to my breasts. This was why the showoff got whatever he wanted in the bedroom. He was a fucking sex god.
“I can’t hear you, Rayne. You have to show me you like it or I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop now!” I fisted his hair, riding his face hard as he teased my clit and drove me over the edge.
He groaned, licking over me as he curled his fingers, dragging out my climax until I was arching off the bed and begging for mercy.
When he finally lifted his face from between my thighs, he smiled with sheer arrogance, dragging his thumb under his lip and then sucking it clean. “Better?”
“I hate you.”
He caught my legs, stretched them open, and leaned forward, pressing my knees into the mattress. “That’s no way to speak to your husband—especially after he just made you come.”
“I told you I had stuff to do.” No clue what that stuff was now, but that wasn’t the point.
“I can see I still have work to do.”
“Hale, no. I have to—”
“Open wide, baby.”
“Wait—” He was so quick, pinning my arms over my head and moving up my body. My words cut off as his cock hit the back of my throat. I let out a garbled cry and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Show me how much you love it when I distract you, then I’ll let you go. But be very convincing, Rayne, or I’ll keep you here all night.”
Another muffled moan. We didn’t have all night.
“Eh, eh, eh. Take it like a good girl.”
Damn him for using those magic words when I had shit to do. I loosened my jaw and opened my throat—as a good girl does—and he nudged deeper.
“Now, let me see those green eyes.” When I looked up at him he groaned. “There’s my good little wife.” He drew back and thrust slowly, his chiseled body an absolute work of art as he glided in and out effortlessly. “Beautiful, Rayne.”
I wasn’t sure what it was about seeing to his pleasure that quieted all the noise inside my head. Maybe it was the way he praised me or the absolute command he had over me that set me free. The gentle way he demanded all of my focus relieved me of my worries and control in a way that melted my insides.
“Such a good girl.” He cupped the back of my head and my eyes started to tear. “Hold it there.”
I did everything he asked. My body was his to command. The longer he took his pleasure the more aroused I became.
Tracing his fingers over my cheek, he wiped away a tear. “Feel better now, baby?”
Drawing back, he fisted his hard length, stroking himself out of my reach so I could answer.
“Yes.” Every tense muscle in my body had softened. Even my voice was lower.
“You spoil me, baby.”
The truth was, Hale indulged me way more than I spoiled him. Not with material things, though he did love to pamper me with gifts, but with patience and love.
He sat back, stroking his engorged length. “Do you want to stop?”