Page 164 of Sin With Me

"You're keepin' secrets from me?" she teases.

I smirk. "I'm glad you forgot to renew your birth control."

She glances at me with a suspicious grin. "Can I tellyoua secret?"

Arching a brow, I scratch along my facial hair that I haven't shaved in five days. "What?"

The corner of her lips reaches her eyes. "I'm glad we got drunk in Vegas."

Bonus Epilogue

Delilah

TEN YEARS LATER

Looking out the kitchen window as I rinse dishes, I watch Finley and Luna on the trampoline with Hank barking up a storm and circling them. I hate that thing, it's dangerous, but Wilder and the kidsloveit.

Finley broke his arm last summer on it and Luna nearly sprained her ankle a month ago, but these kids are as reckless as their father.

Bending down to put a plate in the dishwasher, I'm greeted with my husband behind me when I stand to grab the next dish. He wraps his arms around me and molds his body to mine.

"Good mornin', wife. Take off your clothes and meet me in the shower," he murmurs in my ear, sliding a hand between my thighs.

"After back to back ER visits, I'm not leavin' them out there unsupervised."

"They'll be out there for at least another half hour."

"Wilder..." I warn when his hand moves underneath my panties.

"Fine, 'll play with you right here. Don't move."

I scoff. "I was doin' the dishes."

"I'll finish them after I make you finish." He nips at my earlobe, dipping a finger inside me.

"Fuck," I breathe out, spreading my legs, and grabbing the counter for support.

"That's my girl..." He sucks my neck, his tongue piercing dragging across my flesh and making my body vibrate with pleasure. "And don't you dare be quiet."

He works my clit as he sinks two fingers deeper. It doesn't take him long to set me off, he's a pro at it by now, but I still muffle my cries so the dogs don't hear me and bark.

With a slap to my ass, he growls. "I told you not to hold back."

"They're comin' in." I arch my back, pushing him back with my ass.

Wilder turns on the sink and then washes his hands with soap, smirking at me over his shoulder.

"Mom!"

"What?"

"Finley pushed me," Luna whines.

"Finley! We don't push girls," Wilder scolds.

"She pushed me first!" he defends.

"Luna, is that true?"