Page 63 of Remember That Time

As much as I wanted to argue, I couldn't stay angry when I held Neo in my arms. He was only a couple of months old and looked nothing like the squalling wrinkled thing that had come out of Gianni.

He was simply beautiful with Gianni's brown hair and my blue eyes. He'd be a heartbreaker when he was older. I shuddered to think of what our lives were going to be like when he reached dating age.

I was interviewing for bodyguards already.

I walked over and laid Neo in his bassinet. I stared down at him for a moment, once again mesmerized by the fact that Gianni and I had made such a perfect creature. I was stunned by that fact.

"What time do we have to head to your parents' house?" I asked as I glanced over my shoulder at Gianni.

"We don't have to be there until six," Gianni replied. "Why? Do you have to go to the office or something?"

"Or something," I said as I walked over to wrap my arms around Gianni's waist. I leaned down and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "Why don't we go to the bedroom and see if we can make another one?"

Gianni glanced at me with wide eyes. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Well, we don't have to have another one right away, but we should practice."

Gianni's eyes narrowed. "I think you love me for my body."

"I love you for your mind." I placed a kiss on Gianni's forehead.

"For your nose."

I kissed his nose.

"For your lips."

I kissed his lips.

Twice.

"For your chin."

I kissed his chin.

Gianni started laughing and squirming by the time I reached his jaw line. I smiled against his skin as I picked him up and started carrying him toward the bedroom.

It had been hard not to attack Gianni the last few months of his pregnancy. The myth that pregnant people glowed when they were pregnant was proven to be true for him. He had radiated joy. It was almost as if looking at him for too long was a sin.

I carried Gianni straight into our bedroom. After dropping him down in the middle of the mattress, I came down on top of him, settling between his thighs.

I captured Gianni's mouth in another bruising kiss. I licked at the seam of his lips until he opened his mouth, and then I delved inside. I licked and nipped and tried my best to devour him, to conquer him, to make him mine.

I lifted my head and then grinned when I looked down and saw Gianni's red, swollen lips. With his olive skin, it was a very good look on the man. I tugged at his shirt. "Time to take these off, baby."

I wanted skin.

Gianni tugged at the hem of my shirt. I grinned as I leaned back onto my knees and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing onto the floor. "Now you."

Gianni scooted up and pulled his shirt off. For a moment, all I could do was kneel there and stare at what could quite possibly be the most perfect chest ever created. There wasn't a hair in sight, just miles of fair skin for the licking.

I crawled my way backward until I reached the end of the bed, and then I stood. I reached down and pulled Gianni's shoes off. I dropped them on the floor before going to work on his pants. I pulled them slowly down his legs, watching intently as I revealed each inch of luscious skin.

I quickly shucked my own pants then went over to my nightstand to grab some lube and a condom, which I tossed onto the bed next to Gianni before climbing on the bed again.

I leaned in to kiss him again, but changed my mind at the last moment and went for the underside of his chin, which was one of my favorite spots.

Gianni groaned and tilted his head back, giving me better access.

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