Page 79 of A Little Naughty

My head is against Raif’s bare chest, and we’re sweaty and breathing hard from another round of orgasms. After doing it against the wall and then on the floor, we crawled into bed for a nap. Then I woke up a few hours later with his head between my thighs.

He made me come all over his face, then he fucked me so hard from behind, I’m pretty sure my legs won’t work anymore.

So far, married life is pretty damn hot.

“I was just thinking, this house is small.” His fingers are in my hair, and he wraps a curl around one. “What will we do when Nikki’s here?”

Lifting my head, I rest my chin on my hand. “We’ll have to invest in soundproofing for our bedroom walls and door.”

A smile curls his lips, and he leans down to kiss me. “That’s my good little wife.”

His praise twists buzzy satisfaction low in my stomach. It’s funny, I’ve never cared two cents what men thought about me—in fact I used to be kind of bratty about not caring. It was like the tough-girl survival act I needed to protect myself when I was in Branson. It meant I was strong.

Now I seem to live for Raif’s proud smiles and sweet compliments. I especially lose it when he tells me how sexy I look riding his cock or how pretty my pussy is. Just thinking about it makes my cheeks flush. It makes me want to please him even more.

“What are you thinking about?” His eyes are on me, and I should know by now he doesn’t miss a thing.

“I was just thinking about how sweet you are to me. No one’s ever treated me so good.”

His brow furrows, and he shifts to the side, leaning his head on his hand. “What happened in Branson?”

The position makes his bicep bulge. The muscle in his jaw moves, making it nice and square and strong. He’s a sculpted god with ink covering his shoulders and messy hair falling around bad-boy blue eyes. I exhale a sigh.

It’s very distracting.

“Hey.” He reaches out to touch my chin.

“I’m sorry, what?” I laugh, kissing his finger.

“Branson? What happened there?” An undercurrent of protective anger is in his tone, and I slide my hand into his.

“Nothing I couldn’t survive.”

“What does that mean?” He’s not letting up, and I figure he might as well know the truth.

Inhaling slowly, I roll onto my stomach beside him. “When I was about Nikki’s age, my mom took me away with her. I don’t know why she didn’t leave me in Eureka with Cass, but she didn’t.”

He traces his finger along the line of my hair. “And?”

“And she left me alone every night while she tried to become a country music star. Then she got hooked on drugs. Then she lost all our money, and things got pretty dark.” I clear my throat and just say it. “Then she died.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.” His hand is warm on my shoulder. “Fuck, Jemima.”

“It’s okay now.” My shoulder rises beneath his touch, and I blink up at him. “I’m actually lucky, I guess. I didn’t meet anybody like Bill until I was living with Monay and old enough to handle it.”

“Is Bill the fucking asshole who hurt you?” Ice enters his tone.

“Yeah…” Tucking my chin, I wince. “I took Nikki from him. I guess you could say I kidnapped her, but he’s a bad man. He wants her back, but Aiden is protecting me from him.”

Catching my chin, he guides my eyes back to his. “You’remywife now.Iprotect you from him. Where is he?”

“I haven’t heard from him since that night.” I shrug. “I’m pretty sure he’s back in Branson.”

“He’d better fucking stay there.”

“I’m not afraid of him.” Shifting onto my side again, I scoot closer, hugging my body against Raif’s. “I’m living in this cute little house with a sexy husband who makes me so happy. I’m going to adopt Nikki, and it’s all going to work out.”

His blue eyes soften, and he moves closer, wrapping his arm around my lower back and pressing his lips to the top of my shoulder. “I like making you happy.”

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