“It’s not.” He tugged on my hair, forcing my head back. “Next time lock the bathroom door before joining me in the shower,” he whispered in my ear, followed by a bite to my neck.
“I wanted to tell her we were conserving water. It was the perfect opportunity to discuss environmental responsibility. But no, you had to pipe up and say you were helping wash me.”
He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap as he sat in the chair next to mine. I draped my arms over his shoulders.
“Because environmental stewardship was going to sound so much more believable to my boss than my explanation.”
Wrapping my hand around the neck of his beer, I brought it toward my lips.
“No way.” He shook his head, pulling it away from me.
“A sip.”
“You could be pregnant.”
“That’s the story of my whole life with you! You haven’t used a condom once since we’ve been married. If it weren’t for all the breastfeeding keeping my eggs at bay, we’d have ten kids.”
“Your math is wrong baby. We’ve only been married for six years. Without multiples in there, we never would have been able to have ten kids by now.”
“Don’t be smart with me, Mister.” I fisted his shirt.
He grinned. “Wherearemy guys?”
“Jeffrey is playing with Brock next door, and Colton is still napping.” I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling. “That’s it, right? We only have three kids. I can’t keep track. Every time I blink I’m pushing a baby of yours out of my body.”
Cage shrugged. “I love you pregnant.”
“You love me naked and riding your cock.”
He smiled. “That too.”
I could not have dreamed of a more perfect life. Thad moved on after making me the ideal leg for pregnancy. The world was no longer ‘ours’ to change, it was his. I had my hands full with three young kids and my blog. We were offered an insane deal to do a reality TV show after Cage retired from football, but that wasn’t our style. Instead, I started a blog. I never could’ve predictedmillionsof people following it, but it happened.
A familiar voice followed a quick knock at the back door. “Don’t you two ever quit?”
Cage pulled me closer. “Nope.”
I wiggled out of his hold and then resumed my marshmallowy obsession. “Hi, Flint. You staying for dinner or do you have a hot date?”
“No date. No more women.”
Cage grabbed Flint a bottle of iced coffee with almond milk—that we kept on hand just for him—out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. “Is this about the new tenant?”
“New tenant?” My brows raised.
“She’s getting evicted as soon as I can legally kick her out.”
“Someone tell me what this is all about.”
Cage smirked. “Flint found someone to rent the space above his law office.”
“And that’s not a good thing?”
Flint scowled at me. “No.She’snot.”
Cage continued, “Her business is loud and distracting.”
“Oh? What does she do?”
