Page 97 of Broken Discipline

“Don’t get too used to it,” I teased. She sashayed her hips, wiggling as she walked, and I smacked her ass just hard enough to make her giggle. Right now, with the baby, we couldn’t play as hard as we liked, but once her body was ready again, I fully planned to make up for the lost time. The kids ran past us, dashing inside to the playroom, and I followed my wife to the kitchen. A pan of brownies waited on the counter, and Kylie got out the spatula, ready to cut a square for me. I stood behind her, holding her hips. Kylie beamed at me, her smile so big that I pulled her as close as I could, her belly in between us. I couldn’t help it. The pure joy I got from seeing our family grow was important to me.

Shewas important to me.

“I know what it is,” I said, rubbing her belly.

“Is it twinsagain?” she laughed.

“It’s a boy,” I said. I kissed her lips gently. “Which means we’re going to have to have another one. Even it out. Two boys, two girls.”

A grin pulled across her lips. “You love getting me pregnant.”

“You’re right,” I murmured. I leaned in close and bit her earlobe. A shiver ripped down her spine. “I love filling you up, showing the entire world that you’re mine.”

“Just don’t get me pregnanttooquickly,” she begged, her voice already husky with desire. “I want to havesomefun before you knock me up again.”

My hand snaked down to cup her juicy ass. I knew exactly what kind of ‘fun’ she was talking about.

“It would be my pleasure, baby,” I said.

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