Six years later

“Don’t you think you went just a little overboard?” I ask Roman, staring at the inflatable obstacle course taking up a huge portion of our lawn. Not to mention the petting zoo, bounce house, and go-carts.

“No,” he says, grinning down at me. “You only turn five once.”

“You say that every year,” I sigh, shaking my head. “You’re spoiling our kids.”

“Damn right, I am. Nothing is going to stop me from spoiling them and spoiling you,” he whispers, running his lips along my neck. I shiver—my reaction to him hasn’t dimmed even the slightest bit.

“Besides, look at our little boy,” Roman says staring at our son, Caden, as he helps our three-year-old daughter, Sadie. After Caden helps Sadie over an obstacle, he turns, holding his hand out for Liam and Savannah’s five-year-old, Avery. They slowly make their way through each course with Caden leading the way and clearing the path for them. “I may spoil him, but he’s going to be a damn good man.”

“Only because he has you as a father,” I whisper, running my hand over his arm and turning my head to kiss him. His lips graze mine softly.

“And me as a godfather,” Kiernan says, walking up to us and leaning down on the porch railing. I pull away from Roman’s lips as he groans in frustration.

“I still can’t believe you picked him.” Roman’s head comes down on my shoulder, not caring that his best friend is next to us as his tongue and lips kiss a path up to my ear. “I’m having my favorite dessert later, Sugar.” I shiver in response.

“Don’t lie, you know you want me to watch your kids,” Kiernan says grinning, used to the fact that we’re always like this.

“I suggested Liam or James. Harper insisted on you,” Roman says, glaring at his best friend, who beams in response.

“That’s because she has great taste most of the time, except when it comes to you, of course.” Kiernan leans over giving me a kiss on my cheek.

“Get the fuck outta here,” Roman growls.

“Testy,” Kiernan laughs as he walks toward our friends sitting at a table on the lawn. Savannah waves us over to join them. I wave back, signaling we’ll be there soon.

Roman rubs his hand over my growing stomach. “I don’t want this one to be the last one,” he says. “You’re so sexy pregnant.”

“I’m not having another baby. Three is enough,” I insist, laughing along with him.

“I’ll give you anything you want if you have another. I know I can tempt you.” His tongue slides up my neck as he pulls my hips back, making my ass glide over his hard dick. I softly moan.

“Not here,” I whisper.

“Anywhere,” he says.

“Kids are present, Roman.”

“We’ll send everyone home. The kids can go to Savannah and Liam’s. They owe us.” He grinds his hips against my back again, and I turn to kiss him. His mouth immediately comes down on mine, his tongue invading, clashing against my own. My hand wraps around his head, anchoring him to me. He groans softly, sliding a hand down my side and grazing the side of my breast. It’s not enough. I won’t be able to get enough for hours.

“Fucking delicious,” Roman moans. “Everyone needs to leave. Now.”

“It’s a birthday party, you can’t kick anyone out,” I say, reaching my hand behind me and squeezing his hard cock once.

A low growl erupts from his chest. “You’ll pay for that,” he whispers against my ear.

“Let’s go join our friends.”

“And tell them to get the fuck out.”

“Roman,” I sigh, barely containing my laugh.

“It’s my house, my kid’s party, I can do whatever the hell I want.”

I laugh. A day never passes where he doesn’t make me laugh. He couldn’t give me anything I don’t already have. I stare out at the lawn filled with our friends and children with my husband behind me, rubbing his palm over my pregnant belly. Life couldn’t get any sweeter.

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