Page 37 of Calamity Rayne Gets Hitched

My hair swept into the full-bodied up-do of a dangerous CEO. I looked beautiful but scary, not at all like myself.

Stripping out of my clothes, I unzipped the jumpsuit.

“Rayne?”

“N—naked!” The door opened and I gasped, covering my front.

Hale quickly slipped inside, locking the door behind him. “Wow, look at you.”

I blushed and looked away, embarrassed by how silly these lengths must appear to him. “It looks like I’m trying too hard.”

He crossed the room. “No, it doesn’t. Why are you hiding yourself?” He caught my wrists and gently pulled them to my sides so he could see my lace bra and panties. “These are new.” His finger grazed my breast where the scalloped edge of the bra curved against my chest.

“Your sister sent me some lingerie.”

“I’ll be sure to thank her.” He glanced at my ass where the thong disappeared between my cheeks and grinned with approval. “What’s wrong?”

I found a prenup hidden in your closet, I wanted to say. But instead, I shook my head and said, “Nothing. Just nervous.”

“About the interview? Don’t be. I’ve done this a thousand times before.”

“Gotten married?”

He chuckled. “No, been interviewed. It’s like any other press. You give them a few juicy headlines and some good sound bites and they’re happy.”

I didn’t like how he compared it to the interviews he did for business.

“Hey.” He cupped my jaw. “You haven’t even kissed me yet. I missed you.”

Leaning forward, I gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, worried I might mess up my hair or makeup.

He frowned. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I need to get dressed.”

He glanced at the jumpsuit hanging to my right. “I kind of prefer what you’re wearing now.” His hand cupped my ass, his fingers sliding dangerously close to business-town and I stiffened.

“Hale—”

“What?”

“My hair?—”

“Looks beautiful.”

“They’re waiting for us.”

“So let them wait. I haven’t seen you in days.”

I glanced nervously at the door.

He caught my chin and turned my attention back to him. “You’re always like this whenever I’m gone for more than a few days.” He pulled my back against his front. His hand slowly glided down my bare stomach, his words whispering close to my ear. “Shy.” His fingertips edged closer to my panties. “Nervous. It reminds me of that first night we spent together. Remember?”

His thumb teased lower and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes.”

“You were so set on not enjoying yourself I had to practically force you to let me kiss you here.” He slipped his finger under the lace and I shut my eyes. “This always calms you down when you’re nervous, doesn’t it baby?”

“Me nervous?”

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