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He looks up from his phone and gives me a panty-dropping smile. “Is that black satin nightie for me?”
“What, this old thing?” I wink.
“What are you up to?” he asks suspiciously.
“Who me?”
“You’ve got that devil-may-care grin on your face.”
I pluck his phone from his fingers and toss it on the nightstand. His hands glide up my thighs while I remove his glasses. As much as they make my girlie parts sing, they get in my way. I set them down next to his phone.
“I was thinking”—I thread my finger through his hair and straddle his lap—“about the time you begged me to help you out of your pants.”
“There have been many times I’ve begged you to help me out of my pants.”
“I’m talking about the leather ones.”
He squints an eye, looking at me like I’ve lost my marbles. “What leather pants? I don’t remember that.”
I sit back and scoff. “You are such a liar, Tater Tot.”
He furrows his brow and shakes his head. “I swear I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’ve never worn a pair of leather pants.” He leans forward and tries to kiss me, but I evade him, putting my hand on his chest, pushing him back against the headboard. He grins at me devilishly, his green eyes dancing. “I like it when you’re feisty.”
Damn, he’s so fine, and normally I’d devour him, but he’s lying through his teeth right now and I need him to admit he remembers.
“You seriously don’t remember the time you went on stage wearing those hideous black leather pants with the rhinestones on the sides and then called me to come peel them off of you because the sweat had practically glued them to your skin?”
“No, but I should wear leather pants more often if they get you this worked up,” he says thoughtfully.
“No, you shouldn’t.” I sit up on my knees. “What the hell, Tatum? I literally had to cut them off you. How can you not remember? It’s the night we kissed and—”
He places his hands on my waist and pulls me flush against his chest, kissing me until I surrender and open my lips to him. His hand trails down my backside and squeezes my ass, pulling me closer. I whimper in his arms, the heat of his chest, the rigid bulge in his pants, and the masculine, woodsy scent of his skin sending my hormones into overdrive. The beat of his heart thrums steadily, while mine feels out of control.
“I remember, Coffee Girl. I was just messing with you,” he murmurs against my lips, his husky voice making me want to devour him. “I could never forget our first kiss. You were wearing black leggings with a tank top and a hot-pink bra that drove me wild when I pulled your shirt off.”
He pulls my satin nightie up over my breasts and circles my nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth, tugging sweetly until I cry out. He groans as I tug on his hair and grind into him.
“Tater Tot…” I say breathlessly.
“I’ve got you, babe.” He moves to the other breast. A light knock on our bedroom door gives us less than a second warning before it opens.
“Shit, I forgot to lock it.” I tug my nightgown back into place. I slide off of Tatum, who grunts when my knee accidentally grazes his erection.
“Mommy? I can’t sleep.” Drew stands in the doorway with his blankie and sippy cup.
“Okay, bud, I’ll walk you back to your room and rub your back until you fall asleep.”
“I can’t.” He stubbornly stands in the doorway. “I had a nightmare.”
Tatum sighs and pulls the sheet back on my side of the bed. “Come on, buddy, get…”
Before Tatum can finish the sentence, Drew runs to our bed and takes a flying leap on top of the fluffy down comforter. He snuggles in next to his dad’s side and closes his eyes. Tatum looks up at me and chuckles. “Guess we won’t be reenacting leather pants night.”
“Guess not,” I say grumpily, climbing onto my side of the bed. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Guess who’s going to try for a baby?”
“Who?” He puts his reading glasses back on and picks up his phone like we weren’t in the throes of passion less than three minutes ago. I glance between him and Drew. This is our new normal these days. If it’s not Drew being needy, it’s Chase being naughty.
“TJ and Connor are looking into adoption. Although TJ is really pushing for a surrogate, but I’m not sure Connor is a hundred percent onboard.”
