Page 111 of Dirty Temptation

I’m toned as hell but he’s a professional athlete.

A legit one now.

“No complaints here,” she says, running her hand over my six pack.

I take her hand. Just her touch has my cock twitching in interest, andJesuswe’re surrounded by family.

She smirks knowingly.

Dad clears his throat and holds up his glass to make a toast.

“To my youngest child. I’m proud as hell of all my kids, and my grandkids, and today is no different,” Ward says. “This is an incredible achievement, Levi. You’ve worked doggedly since you were about five years old, knowing this was what you wanted to do. Not everyone has that gift or ability.”

I run my hand over Molly’s hip affectionately.

What will our kids be like?

Will they have her beautiful brown eyes or my blue ones? Will they have her curly hair? Will they be creative like both of us or get their uncle’s athletic talent?

I guess we will find out in seven months.

Because in a couple of days, once we let Levi have his time in the limelight, we’ll be announcing we’re having twins.

I can’t wait to dress them up in little NFL quarterback outfits and take them to one of Levi’s games.

So how did this happen?

Molly moved in a couple of days after I asked her, and we’ve been so happy. I introduced her to Harlow, something I felt was important for both of them, and the two of them are now friends.

Not best friends, but both of them are comfortable in each other’s company.

Molly told me about Greg, and we plan to head to the UK after the babies are born so she can show me where her family lived. I’ll meet him then I guess.

She’ll have a ring on her finger by then.

But I don’t question if she is mine anymore. I know we are in this for life.

In a weird way, Molly’s past issues with trust have been a gift for us. From the moment we moved in together, we promised to be open and talk about everything.

We have a system.

If anything triggers either of us, we discuss it.

Even if we’re upset or angry.

We give each other what we call aTrust Pass. We request the pass then the other person has to be present while we yell and rant about what upset us. The other person cannot interrupt.

Even if their complaint seems irrational or insane.

And let’s face it, triggers are always insane and rarely based on fact.

Name calling or being nasty is not allowed. We then have to sit for five long minutes in silence and think.

Part of it is putting ourselves in the other person’s shoes.

Then the non-triggered person gets to ask questions and respond.

It isn’t fun.

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