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I pull back from her with a groan and bend to place a gentle kiss on Tamara’s perfect little head.
"How are my girls?" I rumble, inhaling that sweet baby scent.
"Perfect," my wife whispers, eyes dazed as I carefully scoop the baby into my arms, nestling her tiny body against my chest. Her little mouth parts on a sigh as she snuggles right in.
"Yeah?" I grin down at Tempest, my heart so fucking full it could burst. "That's what I like to hear."
"How was your day?" she asks as I turn to place Tamara in her crib.
"Perfect, now that I'm home." I lay her down carefully and then run my hand across her head again before crossing back to Tempest. She’s in my arms in two seconds, her curvy body pressed to mine as I claim her mouth again, this kiss deeper, hungrier. My fucking cock throbs, as desperate for her as always.
"You know what today is?" she breathes against my lips.
“The day I get you pregnant again?” My hands roam across her perfect ass, squeezing as my cock throbs, begging to sink between her perfect thighs.
She laughs softly, but she can’t hide the way she arches into me. “She’s only two months old, Dalton.”
"Mmhmm. Which means she'll be a year old before she has a sibling."
She shakes her head, beaming up at me. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
"I'm allowed,” I growl, my lips against her ear. “It's our anniversary." We both know she'll be pregnant again soon, anyway. We've been fucking like rabbits since the doctor released her—and I don't ever wear a condom when I'm in my wife. The one time I suggested it, not sure if she wanted another baby yet, she had me on my back in two seconds, riding my bare fucking cock like she had something to prove. I came like a goddamn freight train. Message received, baby.
She pulls back, her eyes lighting up. "You remembered."
As if I could ever forget the day she made my life complete. We’ve officially met the terms of our original contract—our marriage had to last a year. But this? This shit was built to last. It's forever. I'm never letting her go. Not today, not ever.
"Nah, Gramps reminded me," I tease, just to see that sexy pout on her lips.
"No, he did not."
"You're right." I boost her up into my arms, making her squeal softly as I carry her out of the nursery and into our adjoining bedroom. "He didn't. The old man doesn't even remember his own name."
"Dalton!" She smacks my chest, a laugh burbling from her lips.
Fuck, I love that goddamn sound. I love her smiles. I love everything about this woman. And every inch of her—every perfect piece—is all mine.
"I love you," I murmur, brushing my lips across her temple.
Her expression softens as she melts into me. "I love you, Dalton."
"Good because you're stuck with me forever."
"Poor me."
I smirk, shaking my head as I kick the bedroom door closed behind us. "Are you ready for your present now, baby?"
She loops her arms around my neck, her tits pressed against my chest as she gazes up at me through her lashes. "Depends. Is it your cock?"
Fuck, I love the way she thinks.
"No, smart ass." I set her on the bed, trailing a fingertip along her collarbone. "You riding my cock is my present."
Her breath hitches, pupils dilating with lust. I could get drunk on that look. Idoget drunk on it. Every fucking day.
I turn to the nightstand and grab the box I hid there before dropping it in her lap. "This is your present."
"What is it?" she asks, looking up at me.
