Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
What do you get when a billionaire control freak and an awkward hot mess decide it’s time to make a baby? Pure chaos—and perhaps more than turkey in the oven this Thanksgiving.
Rayne thought getting pregnant would be easy. But between Hale’s busy schedule and his affinity for kink (the kind that absolutely does not lead to procreation), their baby-making escapades have gone from a one-and-done bedding to a hilariously hot adventure in family planning.
Hale is used to getting his way, but his patience is tested when their love nest turns into a pressure cooker, and success isn’t immediate. As things heat up, Calamity’s careful planning goes up in flames—literally! With several sides of stuffing and enough dirty talk to make Santa blush, this laugh-out-loud raunch-com will surely warm readers’ hearts this holiday!
Pass the yams… and the prenatal vitamins. Hale and Rayne are expecting more than leftovers this Christmas!
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My knees pressed into the carpet as my throat relaxed, allowing him to slide deeper.
“That’s it, baby.” Hale’s hand fisted my hair, angling my head back as he took complete control. “God, your mouth feels incredible,” he growled, hips pistoning faster and faster as I moaned around his thick cock. “Fuck, Rayne, I’m going to come.”
Alarm bells roared in my head, and my eyes went wide. I shoved back at his thrusting hips, but his fingers knotted tighter in my hair.
“That’s it. Take it like a fucking good girl. My good girl.”
“Granlgeh!” A garbled sound of distress escaped my throat, but the swollen head of his cock shoved it back down, so I pinched him.
“Ow!” He stiffened and stilled. “What the hell was that for?”
Ripping my mouth free, I bolted to my feet and shoved him onto the bed. Hale’s naked body sprawled across the rumpled covers like a work of art, and I climbed his body like a squirrel racing to its nest—my main goal to get that nut.
“Don’t come!”
“Jesus, Rayne! I think your teeth cut my dick—whoa—take it easy!”
“No time.” I straddled him faster than an old Hollywood western, aligning our bodies and taking him to the hilt. “Go ahead.”
His face contorted in a twist of pain and pleasure and he grunted.
“We’re good now.” When he just looked up at me with the confused face of a battered husband who had just been denied an orgasm and tackled to his back and mounted like a mechanical bull, I realized I could have been a tad more tactful, so I softened my smile and angled my body in a more feminine position—tits out and whatnot. “Hale, I’m ready now.”
“I…” His enthusiasm flagged. “What just happened?”
“You were going to come.” Planting a hand on his chest, I started to ride him so he didn’t lose his erection. “You can do it now.” His brow creased when I directed his hand to my crotch. “The success rates are higher if the woman comes, so…get busy.”
“Get busy?”
“Yes. Start rubbing.” Sex was the extent of my cardio, and I was already panting while Hale was just lying there. “Hale, a little help, please.”
“Give me a second to find my bearings, Rayne. Two seconds ago, I was enjoying a blowjob, and now—”
“The books say there’s a higher chance of conception if the woman comes.” My legs were already tired, and I was ready to wrap this up. “Blowjobs don’t make babies.” Gah! Being on top was too much work. “I thought you had to come.”
“This is a lot of pressure.”
“Seriously?” I rode him like a jockey on Sea Biscuit. “I’m the one in a sweat. Feel free to jump in the game at any time.”
“Rayne, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when we discussed trying.”
“Speaking of trying, could you?” I waved a hand at the front of my body. He could at least grab my boobs.
He dropped his head back. “You seem to have everything under control.”
“Hale!”
“What?”
“Do something before I get a charley horse, and this ride ends.”
“You can’t just bark out orders in bed, Rayne. It doesn’t work that way.”
“Why not?” My leg was starting to cramp. “You’re always barking them at me.” I impersonated his bedroom voice, “Deeper, Rayne. That’s it, baby, open wide for me. That’s a good little wife. Take it all the way down. It’s your turn to be a good little husband and put a baby in me.”
Rolling his eyes, he toppled me off of him. I yelped in surprise as he pinned me to the bed, his large hands capturing my wrists over my head. “Little is never the word to describe your husband, Mrs. Davenport.” He shoved his length deep and I gasped. “I call the shots. I’m in control.”
I nodded quickly, recognizing that possessive gleam in his gunmetal eyes. “Yes, sir.”
He thrust again and we both moaned but then he was gone, pulling out of my body as his weight vanished. “Don’t move.”
“Wait. Where are you—”
“What did the doctor say about too much pressure?”
“Not to use water-based lube?”
His mouth firmed into a flat line. “Not that kind of pressure.”
I sighed. “He said it’ll happen when we’re both relaxed.”
“And do you feel relaxed?”
I took a quick inventory of my body. “Sort of?”
“You have to stop thinking about conception, Rayne. Just enjoy it.”
I never expected this much tension between us, but making a baby was a lot more complicated than I thought. Girls in high school got knocked up left and right without trying. I honestly thought this would be the easiest part of parenting, but boy was I wrong.
He brushed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “Baby, you need to relax.”
Relaxed seemed too close to lazy, and when I got lazy, I tended to procrastinate. It had already been thirteen months since we started trying. We needed to throw some fuel on this fire and start cooking, but first, we needed to get an actual bun in the oven.