My lips graze hers. “Innocence doesn’t fucking suit you, Mayfair.”
She wraps her legs around me and presses herself against me, driving my dick fucking wild. “It really doesn’t. Not when I have a husband who’s so fucking filthy.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, kissing her. “We need to ban that word from your mouth. It gets me hard.”
“What? Fucking?”
“No. Husband.”
“We’ve been married for a year, Mason,” she says, like she doesn’t believe me.
“It wouldn’t matter if it’s a year or if it’s ten. It’ll still turn me the fuck on.”
She smiles and then unwraps her legs from me and lets go of my neck. “We need to finish this game.”
“We need to do a lot of things. Finishing this game isn’t one of them.”
Pushing me away as I try to kiss her, she says, “We’re finishing it.”
Fuck. When Chelsea wants to play Monopoly, nothing stops her. We’ve been playing it since we were kids and she loves it. Me? I like it, but I know now that while I thought I loved playing it when we were growing up, I just loved being with her. These days, I’d rather get my hands on her body instead.
I move off her and lift my chin. “We need to hurry this the fuck up.”
She rolls the dice. “You’re so grumbly today.”
I move her dog to Pall Mall, which she owns, and then I roll the dice. We play for another fifteen minutes, until I land on Chance. I pick up the card from the Chance stack and read it.
You’ve just learned you’re having a baby.
Collect $200.
You’re going to need it. Kids are expensive.
Congratulations, baby, you’re going to be a father.
And I’m going to add another favourite favourite to my list.
Seeing you with our child.
My head jerks upand I find Chelsea’s eyes. My fucking heart is thumping in my chest while I madly process what she’s just told me. When she smiles and reaches for my hand, I say, “We’re having a baby.”
“Yeah, we’re having a baby,” she says, her voice soft and full of so much fucking love it slams into me.
“Come the fuck here,” I say, pulling her into my lap. “When?”
Straddling me, she places her hands to my chest. “We’re almost four weeks along, so late November.”
I place my hands on her hips. “Fuck me.” My lips brush over hers. “You are going to make the best mother.”
Her smile grows. “And you are going to make the best father.”
“I’m gonna do my fucking best.”
Pressing her body to mine, she says, “You don’t even have to try, Mason. Loving and protecting your family are two things you were born to do, and no one does them as well as you. I’mthe luckiest girl in the world because I get to be a parent with you.”
“When you say shit like that, there’s no fucking chance of us finishing a Monopoly game.” I take hold of her ass and say, “Hold the fuck on” while I stand, taking her with me.
She clings to me as I carry her into our bedroom. “I was going to win that game anyway.”
