Calamity Rayne Over The Moon

“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.”

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