Page 113 of Sin With Me

When I arch my brow, he sits up straighter with determination.

"Don't believe me? I'll knock you up right now." He aims his thumb over his shoulder. "Let's go."

This time, I do laugh. "Stop worryin'. I think you'll make a great dad one day. When we're ready to take that step."

"You really think so?"

"Yes. I've seen you with Willow and Poppy, and even Laken." Tripp and Magnolia's son is only a year old but he started walking three months ago and gives them a run for their money. "Not sayin' it'd be easy, but I've always wanted to be a mom."

"I can see that. You're gonna be an amazin' one, too."

"But a dog first...right?" I ask hesitantly because now I'm conflicted.

"Right, right. Like next week?"

I bellow out a laugh. "House, dog, and then babies."

"Okay, hold on..." He pulls out his phone. "Let me write this down."

I playfully kick him underneath the table. "It's okay if we let things happen how they happen. Not everythin' has to be planned out. Considerin' none ofthiswas in the plan..." I wave my hand between us. "I kinda like not knowin' what's comin'."

"Good, because if there's one thing I've learned about life so far, it's that the unexpected parts are the most fun."

"I'll cheers to that." I hold up my glass and clank it with his sweet tea.

“Everythin’ was delicious, by the way. You’re not half bad in the kitchen,” I tell him once we’ve cleared our plates.

“That’s pretty much the limit on what I can do, so don’t get too excited.”

“It’s more than I can do,” I admit, rinsing the dishes in the sink.

He stands behind me, brushing my hair off to one shoulder. “There’s ice cream in the freezer if you’d like some dessert.”

“Hm…that sounds great.”

“I think it’d taste even better suckin’ it off this neck…” He slides his tongue underneath my ear, making me shiver.

"Stop fidgetin'..." I tell him for the third time, smacking his hand away from his face.

"Is it supposed to be so itchy?" He wiggles his nose, making the sheet mask move with it.

"That means it's workin'. Give it a few more minutes." I snuggle into the couch next to him, flipping through movies until we agree on one.

After dinner and eating dessert—in a bowl—I wanted to use some of the items from the gift basket and noticed there were two masks. He didn't find it as amusing as I did when I laughed at how it fit over his facial hair.

"It's cold," he complains.

"Aren't you supposed to be a rough 'n tough cowboy? Can't handle a little self care?"

"I get to pick the next activity," he says with a pout.

"Does it involve you being naked?"

"Well you definitely will be."

I nudge him with my elbow.

"But once I see that butt plug in your tight little ass, I'll be naked too."