She laughs. “You know how triplets happen, right?”
“You’re going to tell me it doesn’t have anything to do with how much sperm I put in you, aren’t you?”
“Well, it doesn’t. I know there are gaps in your education—”
“Hey, I went to a public school like everyone else,” I say. “I lived on a compound, but it wasn’t one of those places where they have their own schools. Anyway, whatever happens, I get to come in you a lot, don’t I?”
She snuggles into me. “Okay, I have barely recovered from giving birth to this one, so give me a little time before we start getting me pregnant again, Ellis.”
“Right,” I say. “We’re talking, what? A couple of months?”
“Yeah,” she says, snickering. “Couple of months.” She hums a little. “Truth is, I do want them to be close in age, I guess.”
“Yeah?” My voice is deeper as I tighten my grip on her. “I do like the idea of keeping you barefoot and pregnant, Hannah Wihlbilt. Maybe it’s awful of me, but it’s very appealing.”
“You just want to use me,” she says, teasing, a little grin playing on her lips.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I say in a guttural voice, covering her mouth with my own. “Use you until I use you up.”
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