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Fuck, baby. You are so damn beautiful, Dare ground out, his teeth snapping together and a film
of sweat covering his flesh. So hot and tight. I can t take much more. I m close.
He felt her pussy clench as her movements becoming almost frenzied in her haste to tumble over
the edge. His hips snapped up again and again, thrusting into her welcoming flesh and hitting all the
right places to send her over. Her legs began to shake and his world tilted on its axis before spinning
out of control.
He pressed on her clit with his thumb and her pussy clamped down on his cock just as her climax
hit, triggering his own fall. He groaned as searing heat traveled from the base of his spine, through his
balls, and shot out of his cock. Calling her name through gritted teeth, he rode out his orgasm until it
left him shaky and exhausted. Rayne had slumped on his chest and he ran his hand up and down her
spine while he whispered silly words he d never admit to in the light of day.
They lay there for a long while, reveling in the feeling of closeness and the wonder of what their
bodies could do to one another. Unfortunately, reality was close on its heels reminding him of the
cold, hard, and unforgiving tile under his back and the ten pounds of flour they d managed to spill in
their haste to fuck.
Sweetheart, he began, hating to burst the bubble they d created, but if he lay on the floor much
longer he might be in the chiropractor office the next morning. As it was he was going to have a nasty
hangover. I think I might be lying on a spatula. Or maybe a box of pasta. Not sure, but it s digging
into my ass crack.
Laughter bubbled from Rayne s lips and she lifted up off of him, untangling their arms and legs.
The spatula turned out to be the emptied flour bag and he helped Rayne to her feet, surveying the
absolute mess they d made of the tiny room.
I don t even know where to begin to clean this up. Dare brushed at Rayne s bare skin but the
white dust clung as if the flesh was a lifeboat. This wasn t going to be easy. Maybe we should hose
each other down with the kitchen sprayer. Note to self don t have sex in pantry.
Rayne had clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggling but she grabbed his hand and
pulled him out into the kitchen.
Buck naked.
Baby, where
Rayne pressed a finger over his lips. Shhh& there s a laundry room that has one of those
industrial size sinks. We can get clean there and in the morning I ll vacuum up the pantry. If I do it
now I ll wake up the whole house.
What will your sister and brother-in-law think?
Dare was pretty sure they d think he was one horny bastard who couldn t keep it in his pants and
disrespected their sister in their own home. Way to make a good impression on her family. If he
wanted a future with this woman, he d need to win over her loved ones and this was no way to go
about it.
I ll just tell them I had the overwhelming urge to bake a cake and that I dropped the flour. I ve
been known to do stupid things so they might even believe it. In their efforts to never think of me
having sex, they might even believe that you never showed up here drunk tonight.
Completely sober now, Dare blushed to the roots of his hair. He d never hear the end of this from
Rayne, Evan, Deputy Billy, or her family. And rightly so. He d acted like an ass and he knew better.
You must have found it kind of charming because you didn t kick my drunk ass all the way out to
Main Street.
Rayne pulled a large cloth from a cabinet over the washer and dryer and wet it in the oversized
sink on the other side before beckoning to him to come closer. She ran the warm, wet cloth over his
face and neck, rivulets of water running down his bare chest. You have a certain charm, Sheriff, but
if I were you I wouldn t pull this little stunt again. You might not get lucky next time. I might not be so
forgiving.
But she d forgiven him this time.
He wouldn t mess up his second chance because he was falling hard for Rayne Dunn.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Rayne emptied the handheld vacuum one last time while trying to avoid the smirking countenance of
her sister Camy, who was currently enjoying a piece of bacon and pretending to read the paper.
I think that s about it. All cleaned up, Rayne sighed, tucking the vac back on the kitchen shelf. If
she d known it existed last night, she would have gone ahead and cleaned up the ten pounds of flour.
Did you leave me any bacon?
I most certainly did, Camy retorted. Although I shouldn t have since I know you re lying to me.
A big fat lie, too. There is no way you were baking a cake last night unless that s a euphemism for
getting naked and doing the nasty.
Washing her hands, Rayne s eyes widened and she hissed in warning. Keep your voice down.
Mike might overhear.
Camy s brows shot up and she giggled so hard a delicate snort came out of her nose. Are you
kidding? My hubby might look like an all-American guy but he s a freak. Last night wasn t the first
time that pantry has seen some action.
Rayne groaned and held up a dish towel over her face as if to hide from her sister. Ugh. I do not
want the details. I don t want to know anything at all about your sex life nor do I want you to know
about mine.
For someone who is supposed to be so free-spirited you re a prude. Camy shook a piece of
bacon at her sister while Rayne poured herself a cup of long overdue coffee. So was he any good?
He seemed pretty drunk when he got here.
Choking on the hot brew, Rayne carefully set the cup on the table and plucked a strip of bacon
from the tray. I m not going to answer that question since it s none of your business. I m sticking to
my story so drop it.
Sitting back in her chair, Camy surveyed Rayne from head to toe, smiling the entire time. You
looked pretty happy and content, so I m thinking he was good and maybe even very good. He looks
hot with that scowl he wears all the time. Like he might think I was a bad girl and needed a spanking.
Camy! Rayne exploded, slapping her bacon down on her plate. You re a mother, for heaven s
sake.
Camy giggled, her bare feet dancing on the tile floor. But I m not dead. And he is hot you have to
admit. I bet he gives a good spanking. She sighed dramatically and waggled her eyebrows. I just
might have to tell Mike what a naughty wife I ve been.
Rayne didn t want to hear this. She didn t want to have those pictures in her head but it appeared
as if she was going to have to find a way to live with them, because her sister looked like she was
just getting started. Dammit, if Rayne had known Camy was going to get all frisky from this she would
have suggested they have sex in the garage.
I hate it, Rayne said through gritted teeth. Please I beg of you change the subject. I ll talk
about anything else. Religion. Politics. Uncle Henry s toupee. Pick something.
The smile was wiped from Camy s expression. You know the family doesn t talk about Uncle
Henry s toupee. Ever.
The let s make our sex life another topic that doesn t get discussed ever. It s too personal.
For some reason Rayne didn t want to talk about Dare and what he meant. She d never been a
shrinking violet when it came to sex and she d had plenty of late night, alcohol-fueled discussions
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