Page 59 of A Taste of Grace

“Stop looking at me like that, or I might need to escort you to our bedroom and get on my knees,” I said.

Caleb leaned in and grinned.

“To pray?”

“If you prefer that over what I have in mind, sure.”

Before Caleb could respond, Hannah and Esther rushed toward us and hugged us.

“We’re married,” Esther said, hugging Caleb’s legs.

He picked her up as Hannah wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Are you really my mommy now?” she asked, her eyes big and bright.

I pinched her little cheeks.

“Yes, baby. I am.”

Hannah squeezed me again.

Ms. Denise, who stood from a sturdy white folding chair in the front row, clapped her hands loudly and glared at the girls.

“Esther, Hannah, what did I tell y’all about that? Married folks need space.”

Hannah and Esther looked at each other when Mrs. Stallings said the word married and giggled. Caleb and I did the same.

Caleb set Esther on the ground and spoke to his mother.

“It’s okay, Ma. The girls are as excited as we are. Right, Grace?”

I nodded but didn’t believe the girls were half as excited as I was. This was Caleb’s fault. When he fingered me in his office, I was seconds away from a release. Since then, we did everything to avoid a repeat of that moment. That didn’t stop him from flirting and teasing me with scalding hot kisses and sexy looks.

Everything he had done over the past month had me anticipating all the nasty things the “Holy Hoe” could do to me as his wife. He didn’t play fair when he texted me about his tongue tricks this morning either. I almost came undone, wanting to beg him to give me an early morning demonstration of his skills.

Both of us had been patient despite the temptation. If Caleb was as aroused as I was right now, he hid it well, although he seemed more distracted than usual during the ceremony. I chalked it up to nerves.

We greeted our guests for the next hour, his hand resting steadily on my lower back. He rubbed his fingers in a circular pattern that distracted me at random times.

“You still good?” His signature question in his low baritone made my heart flutter.

“Not really.”

Caleb’s eyes darted my way as he frowned.

“How can I make you feel better?” He whispered in my ear.

“You know what I need.” I picked up a church fan from a seat nearest us and started fanning myself. “When is everyone leaving?”

I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. Caleb stirred up my horniness with his shenanigans. He winked.

“I’ve got you. Keep fanning and follow my lead.”

I nodded.

“Are you okay, baby?” Caleb’s voice got so loud that everyone stared at us.

I grabbed his arm with my fingers and wobbled a little.

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