“After dinner, we’re going to put some of those toys we just bought to good use. We’ll see how loud you scream when I secure you on all fours and hook your teats up to a pump.”
A rush of blood fills my clit at his words, making me desperate. He’s so damn perfect. It’s hard for me to believe this is real. He’s giving me things I didn’t even know I needed. And I want more. Why would I not agree to marry him? I’d be a fool to let Brody get away.
I need to tell him I’m willing to go to San Antonio. I will. Later. When we have more time. I don’t want him thinking I have any reservations about us or that I wouldn’t do anything for him.
Brody eases my dress over my breasts before untying me. He helps me to sitting and inspects my wrists. “They’re a bit red. Can I use one of the drawers in your desk, baby?”
I frown. “Sure. What for?” I’m not following his sudden change of subject.
He kisses the inside of my wrists. “I’ll keep some safer restraints in here for times like this.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes and nod toward the connecting wall. “How about you take a sledgehammer to that first thing tomorrow? We can live with the hole for a while.”
He laughs. “Did you forget my specialty is construction, little pixie? I’m pretty sure I’m capable of installing a door before lunch.”
“Good, but I really need to work in the morning. Maybe you could do it after lunch? If you work on that while I’m writing, I’ll be too distracted staring at your ass to get any words written.”
His smile. It’s award-winning. “I bet I have some low-hanging jeans. I could also work shirtless. How does that sound?”
“Sexy as fuck. But after lunch.”
He kisses me. “We should go downstairs. You have two options. Either you eat dinner with those wet panties on or none at all. I am happy to take them off and put them in my pocket.”
I squeeze my legs together. He’s so filthy. I love it. “I’ll keep them, thank you very much.”
He shrugs. “Your choice.”
Chapter 18
Melody
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Dinner is in the dining room. Apparently, it is every night. Gretchen is happier than I’ve ever seen her. She adores working for this rowdy bunch of Wilde heirs and pregnant wives.
This house is going to be total mayhem in under nine months. Three babies. Four, if Brody gets his way. Or hell, it could be five or six or seven. Hard to say how many more Wilde heirs might show up in the coming weeks and months. Will all of them marry and live in the mansion?
We’re having the most delicious pot roast I’ve ever tasted. Gretchen has hired a woman from town to help serve dinner. She started today. She’s nervous. Her hands are shaking every time she sets a platter down.
Reagan gently grabs her hand as she fills everyone’s glass with water. “Let me introduce you to the gang.”
The woman’s eyes go wide. “That’s okay,” she mutters. “You don’t have to.”
“Don’t be silly. Everyone, this is Isabel. We went to school together. She just moved back to Wilde from the city a few weeks ago.”
Everyone gives a wave and welcomes her. She’ll never remember all our names, but I can see her trying to memorize them.
“What were you doing in the city?” I ask.
She fidgets. “I was a nanny for a family. They have two kids. I was with them for seven years. I started right out of high school. But they’re grown now.”
“So you like kids?” Claire asks. “Because there’s about to be a lot of them around here.”
Isabel finally beams. “I love kids. I babysat for everyone in Wilde before I moved away. I don’t think there’s a family in town I didn’t work for at one time or another. I started babysitting when I was twelve.”
“That’s so cool,” Arianna says. “Are you planning to stay in Wilde or are you looking for a new nanny position?”
She looks around, her face tinging pink. “I don’t know yet. I hadn’t expected to get this job. My mother lives here in Wilde. For the last several years, I’ve only seen her sporadically. It would be nice to spend more time with her.”
