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"Yeah, say it like that again."
"Finn, please."
He rocks his hips, torturing us both. It's the sweetest torment. With him, it always is. I'll never get enough of this man. Every day with him is a dream come true.
"Are you going to give me another baby, Scarlett?" he demands.
"Yes," I gasp. I want one as badly as he does. Our youngest is almost two. I miss baby snuggles and that newborn smell. And Aunt Ophelia isn't getting any younger. I want her to be there for the birth like she has been for the others.
I'm pretty sure she's the only reason Finn doesn't pass out in the delivery room. He's too afraid of what she might do if he does.
"Fuck it," he mutters. "We can be late."
I writhe in ecstasy as he lines up at my entrance, attacking my throat at the same time.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
"Wake up, asshole! You're late!"
"Son of a bitch!" Finn curses, rolling off of me as Cash's voice booms through the suite.
"We know you aren't sleeping in there!" Giant shouts. "Keep your hands to yourself so we can get this shitshow on the road!"
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. He's not even a little bit excited about spending the whole day at a romance book convention. Honestly, I don't think any of the brothers are thrilled about being here, but they brought us anyway because we wanted to come.
Actually, I'm pretty sure they only agreed to come because they heard there were going to be male models here. And also because it's Vegas. Who doesn't love a kid-free weekend in Vegas?
"Next time we all go on vacation together, we're staying on the opposite side of the city from my brothers," Finn swears.
"You said that last time."
"I mean it this time." He jackknifes out of bed, giving me a show. I stare unabashedly, not even ashamed when he catches me and smirks, shaking his head. He leans down and hauls me out of bed, pressing a hard kiss to my lips. One hand runs down my side before he squeezes my ass. "Go get ready, pretty baby. I'll get rid of the morons."
"Okay. I love you."
He smiles, lighting up like fireworks. "Yeah, you do. Lucky me."
"Hell no," Finn growls from behind me, grabbing me around the waist to halt me in my tracks.
"Busted," London whispers.
So busted. Again. Darn it.
"You're not the boss of me, Super-spy, Finn Taylor," I huff anyway, glaring at him over my shoulder. "I want to meet the models too."
"Uh, absolutely not." He narrows his dark eyes at me, glowering. "Don't make me carry you out of here, Scarlett Taylor from Gatsby Books."
"You wouldn't!" I gasp, though I know he would. He never lets me meet the male cover models. I've tried at every book convention we've been to, and he always appears like freaking Batman to stop me. It's ridiculous. I don't even want to meet them at this point. I just want to beat my super spy husband for once.
"You know I would, pretty baby," he growls in my ear. "You aren't meeting them."
"Fine. Then you can take pictures with them."
"Uh, no."
"Oh, that's brilliant!" Oakley, Lynch's wife, says with a laugh, grabbing my arm. "We should make all the guys take pictures with them."
I turn wide eyes on her. "You're a genius."
