An alarm blared, jolting Tate awake. Groaning, he rolled over and slapped his phone clumsily before rolling back over and throwing his arm over Kelly. It was too early and he hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep yet.
After almost eighteen hours of either flying or navigating airports, and not getting into Pheonix until just after midnight, Tate half wished he had scheduled their return flights a day earlier so he could take a day to recuperate. He wasn’t quite ready to give up lounging with his new wife without a care in the world. Pulling her closer, he breathed in her scent and groaned.
“Why do you have to smell so tempting?” he breathed, his c**k hardening as he pressed himself against her soft body.
“That’s a good question,” she replied drowsily, swatting him away. “Ask me again when
