Book 3: Coitus Interruptus

Ainslee

“Rafe, that tickles!” I giggle as Rafe kisses up the inside of my leg.

He grins against my skin and licks a sensitive spot on my thigh.

“Oh, Goddess, Rafe, don’t tease me,” I whimper when he kisses higher, his breath feathering over my mound.

Just when I’m certain he is going to have mercy on me and pleasure me with his tongue, a loud squall rends the air.

We both groan.

“Coming, Drake!” I call. I scoot up the bed so I can swing my legs over as Rafe sits up and pulls on his black silk robe.

“Drake, you’re giving Daddy blue balls,” he complains, and I swat him.

“You can’t say things like that! What if he understands you?” I hiss.

He snorts. “He’s six months old. What’s he going to understand? He doesn’t even have all his teeth yet.”

“Yes, well, thanks to Daddy, he has two pointy little fangs that are extra fun when breastfeeding,” I grumble as I pull on my own white silk robe.

The door is open