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