บททั้งหมดของ His Runaway Angel : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“Baby boy,” Angel replied.Calvin’s chest caved. He kissed her hungrily like he needed her mouth to breathe well. “I thought something happened to you,” he said between kisses. Every time she tried to speak, he stole another kiss from her. He needed more, an eternal contact to comfort his heart. “Why didn’t you call me, princess?”“I’m sorry.” Her foot dragged across the floor, and she looked at him with a guilty smile. “I don’t have your number, and I didn’t know how to ask. They will think I’m a bad wife.” Calvin laughed. “I don’t have yours, either.” Laughter bellowed out of Angel, and she palmed his face so she could kiss him. His hands roved over her body, pulling out sexy sounds out of her lips. Why did he agree to the celibacy thing? He stepped back long enough to stop himself from dragging her dress over her as

Calvin couldn’t stop staring at his baby girl. Her dress hugged her frame, and the heels elevated her height. She was wearing a necklace with a pendant that dropped between her boobs. When she pulled away from the hug, he had been given a brief view of her boobs. Now they were in the backseat of the car, quiet. He didn’t know how to break the tension. He didn’t even understand how it went from exciting to this point. “How was work?” they chorused and laughed. He placed a hand on her knee. “You first, Angel. How was today?”“Fine. Boring, mostly. How about yours?”“I couldn’t concentrate,” he confessed. They had meetings upon meetings. His only saving grace was Destinee’s attentiveness. She would slide him a note each time she noticed he was distracted. That had saved him today. “I couldn’t wait to come back to you.” And he

Calvin tried not to pace his office. But it was almost impossible. He was getting married. Fuck. He wasn’t just getting married, he was getting married to the woman he loved. A woman he was certain loved him as much. He stopped beside his desk and pulled open the last drawer of his table. There was a blue velvety box inside it. He closed the drawer and adjusted his tie. His parents hadn’t been picking up his calls. But he had plans to take Angel on another date before their wedding on Saturday. Someone knocked on his door. He looked up and ushered the person in. Ivana stepped in. “Yes?” he asked.Calvin was too nervous, too excited. Too everything. He wanted today to be perfect.“I’ve been watching the rank of A dragon’s—”“Not today, Ivana,” he replied. Her face fell. She tugged on the end of the scarf hanging from her shoulder and nodded. No one in the office knew he was getting mar

Calvin couldn’t stop pacing. He chewed his knuckle, walking up and down the length of his dressing room. KJ sighed from the chair he was seated on. “Cal, you need to stop.”“I’m calm. I’m calm,” Calvin said without looking at his brother. KJ stopped pressing his tab and stood. “I’m fine, KJ. I promise.” KJ laughed. Already in front of Calvin, he helped his big brother fix his cufflinks and adjusted the buttons that were wrongly placed. Holding him by his shoulders, he said, “It’s a small party. No need to be so nervous about it. Hana wants to see you.” Yes, she did. Calvin was convinced about that. But he hadn’t seen her since that last time on the bed. That thought made him almost blush. It was a first for him, but it wasn’t something he could say he regretted. “Alright.” He tugged on the hem of his navy blue jacket and nodded. “A

In the morning, something brushed Hana’s legs. The new Mrs McKenna tried to push it off, but it was incessant. Her breath stalled when she felt something warm on her bare flesh. She finally opened her eyes, and her husband grinned at her. A wave of emotions coiled tightly in her chest. Kyle’s face was in the junction of her thighs, the waistband of her shorts tucked between his teeth. He licked his upper lip, and her legs quivered. Were they… were they about to finally do it? Kyle opened his mouth, and Hana waited for him to question her. Instead, he dragged her nighshorts over a hip, his teeth grazing her skin in the process. Her legs bucked. The stickiness between them made both of them how acutely aware she was of his touches.Freeing her of the shorts, he teased her clit with his eager tongue. Her hands reached for his hair, but he shook his head. She bunched the sheets, desperately in need of something to anchor her on earth w