My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

“Do you see what you’ve done, you hooligan? You’ve completely ruined me…” I whispered with a smile against my husband’s velvety lips, feeling my own burn feverishly from his endless greedy kisses. “That was my main goal all along, silly girl…” this bandit purred smugly, barely pulling away from my lips and once again robbing my head of all decent thoughts. Jay would probably have kept kissing me until morning, but when he briefly broke away to trail hot kisses down my neck before returning to my lips, I gently pressed my palm to his scorching mouth and shook my head. In response, my naughty tiger provocatively raised a dark eyebrow, fully living up to his hooligan reputation, and kissed my palm. His gaze asked what on earth had made me decide to stop him. I bit my smiling lips and whispered, giving my husband a mischievous look: “Breaking the rules with you is fun, of course, but… I really don’t want to get scolded by two attending doctors at once, so slow down, darling.” I meant the head of the department and Tae, but Mr. McFell only shook his head, snorting into my palm. He moved my hand away from his soft, shameless lips and whispered with a smile: “Is that all that’s stopping you?” I rolled my eyes, but a quiet chuckle still escaped my lips along with my answer: “I knew a hooligan like you would think it was nothing, but there’s a more serious reason.” “And what is it?” He was barely holding back laughter, biting his lips hard. I gave him a meaningful look and delivered: “This bed is too narrow and uncomfortable for… that kind of mischief.” Instead of grasping the seriousness of the problem, Jay finally burst out laughing, burying his face in my shoulder. Oh, this guy… Completely impenetrable! Vulgar, unbearable, spoiled gangster… but so criminally handsome and impossibly charming that the butterflies in my stomach were in complete ecstasy over him, no matter what. It seemed they had fallen in love with him long before I did. Right now they were squealing, flapping their wings, and dancing worshipful circles around this dark, beautiful god of debauchery and lust—who, by some incredible twist of fate, had become my lawful husband. This forced their relatives—the goosebumps—to gallop across my back in wild, uncontrollable herds, leaving me no chance of falling asleep peacefully tonight. Traitors. All of you. And this shameless hooligan of a husband, who had seriously decided to seduce me right at his workplace, even though he had sworn he would never harass his patients… What a nightmare… Sighing, I buried my hand in his tousled soft hair, patiently waiting for him to stop snorting with laughter into my neck. When he didn’t, I lightly tugged on the bluish-black strands at the back of his head and grumbled: “Hey, are you going to stop laughing anytime soon?” “I can’t, kitten,” he replied, still quietly chuckling. He threw his heavy paw over my waist and another heavy leg over my thigh, literally pinning me to the bed with his hot, half-naked body, leaving just enough space so he wouldn’t completely crush me with his weight. “Look at him! Laughing at me again? This is outrageous and, you know, offensive!” I grumbled, lightly pushing him away and trying to dodge his naughty smiling lips, which stubbornly tried to press against mine and finally shut me up. This time I wasn’t going to let him, though the naughty tiger naturally had his own opinion on the matter. “No, no, no, don’t even think about shutting me up with kisses! Enough, or I’ll call Jisoo!” I squeaked when his smiling lips finally pressed against the corner of mine. I swung at the hooligan and molester again, but he caught my hands, easily pinning both wrists above my head with one hand. Then, flashing a daring and impossibly lewd half-smirk, he leaned down and whispered confidentially in my ear: “You know, Bambi… I’m afraid Jisoo won’t help you. When I feel you squirming under me, I stop thinking about anything except extremely indecent things… So you’d better calm down before you make your situation even worse…” My eyes widened, and I hissed indignantly: “You still have the nerve to threaten me?” Jay smirked—lazily, vulgarly, and impossibly provocative. From his soft lips came the same lazy, vulgarly provocative reply: “Believe me, baby, under different circumstances I would have the nerve to fuck you right on this bed, even though it’s narrow and uncomfortable… and we’d be visible from the corridor… And audible too, perfectly.” A wave of sweet shivers rolled down my spine at his quiet, insinuating words and velvety tone. I exhaled shakily, biting my lip, unable to tear my gaze away from his dark eyes that looked straight into my soul. Sensing that I had frozen beneath him and stopped struggling, Jay slowly released my hands without breaking his dark, piercing stare. He stroked my cheek and whispered hoarsely: “Why so quiet, sweetheart? Scared?” My lips trembled into a smile. I wrapped my freed arms around his neck and whispered teasingly: “Terrified… I adore it when you’re like this…” He raised an eyebrow, looking at me with a soft smile. “Like what?” “Dark… dominant… dangerous… commanding… Big Bad Wolf…” “Hmm… Does my little fawn like playing with big bad wolves..?” “And it’s… entirely your fault…” “I won’t argue…” He pressed his entire body against me, looming over me again and crushing my lips in a deep, devouring kiss. But such provocative closeness had long since stopped frightening me. Now it fascinated me, urging me to pull him even closer, to press myself tighter against my beloved hooligan… until I could feel the confident, strong beat of his heart pounding in sync with mine. And that’s exactly what I did, sighing contentedly and closing my eyes as the heat of his body enveloped me from head to toe. “But you still have to explain why you laughed at me for a full five minutes,” I grumbled in a playfully stern tone once he finally pulled back. I couldn’t hide my smile as I ran my palm down his back and stopped at his lower back, still unwilling to let him go far. Jay raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile: “When was that?” “Before you kissed me senseless, we were talking about how uncomfortable this bed is for marital activities, remember? And it made you laugh like crazy, though I don’t understand why. It really is very small for… the two of us,” I reminded him. Jay lifted his head. His dark eyes sparkled with a whole sabbath of devils in their mesmerizing depths as he whispered promisingly right against my lips, once again cradling my face in his large, hot palms: “Hmm… If the only problem is the size of the bed, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about, bunny. It won’t affect the size of your pleasure in the slightest… Besides, we can do these ‘mischiefs’ not only on it…” Oh… I hadn’t thought of that. I bit my lip and felt my face instantly burst into flames under his dark, scorching gaze, which held and promised so much that I already doubted I could handle it all. “So… what do you say, sweetheart? Do you agree?” he purred hoarsely against my lips, almost touching them, caressing me with nothing but his warm, slightly ragged breath. “Do I… even have a choice?” I whispered with a smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, thereby answering his question. Jay flashed a sly smile, hiding it in the corners of his lips, and left the lightest kiss on my cheek: “Of course you do, baby. You always have exactly two options… yes or yes, remember?” My heart skipped a beat and began racing again. Even though I knew he was just teasing me, I still closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the sweet shiver his words and closeness had awakened throughout my body. “You’re… just incredibly devious, Jay… You know… when I agreed to become yours, I had no idea your dark side would turn out to be… this dark…” I whispered, mesmerized as I watched a temptingly teasing half-smile touch his beloved lips—the one that always gave me tachycardia and made my knees weak. “But you like it, don’t you, Bambi? Much more than the light side…” he purred, trailing his slightly parted soft lips down my neck and kissing my shoulder. “I like it so much…” He loomed over me again, and my answer drowned in another passionate kiss, clearly meant to finally break my resistance and rid me of all remaining prejudices and common sense. “Then… I’m going to kiss you until morning, kitten…” my tender demon purred hoarsely against my lips, stroking my cheekbones with his thumbs. It sounded like a very real threat. “You have rounds in the morning, silly…” I gently scolded him, not the least bit scared by the prospect, but still feeling it was my duty to remind my husband of his professional responsibilities. But apparently, only I was worried about his medical career. Jay, it seemed, had completely gone wild during my illness and stopped caring about his internship, because he only snorted and muttered, leaning down again and barely pulling away from my lips: “I don’t give a damn about that.” Hearing this, I laughed right into the kiss and shook my head, looking at him reproachfully from under my lashes: “Terrible… How have they not fired you yet..?” He only gave a lazy smirk, once again possessively pulling me closer, and whispered before silencing me with another deep kiss: “Connections in high places work miracles, Bambi…”