Page 65 of Lily

He’d been wondering how she felt about the fact that Summer was about to pop. She wasn’t the only one pregnant either. Grace was six months along. Khai and Grace were expecting a girl. They’d purchased a home and had the nursery almost ready.

“Does it give you baby fever?” he asked his gorgeous wife.

“What?” she scrunched up her face. “No. Of course not.”

Stefano chuckled. “Liar.”

Roselia gasped. “Don’t be silly. I’m only twenty-three. I still have three years of college.”

He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m forty-six,” he reminded her. “If we wait too long, I’ll be old and drooling before we get them out of elementary school.”

She rolled her eyes. “You won’t.”

“You know I would totally pull my weight if we had a baby, sweetheart. I wouldn’t dump all the responsibility on you. You would still finish school. I promise. The non-profit is practically running itself already. I don’t need to be there forty hours a week.”

The thirteen of them had opened the non-profit to help victims of human trafficking almost a year ago. Substantial donations kept coming in, and community support was tremendous.

Stefano had a full-time paid position funded by an anonymous donor, even though Stefano was pretty certain that donor was either Damon or Bridger and Colter. It didn’t matter. Devoting his life to rescuing and rehabilitating survivors was Stefano’s mission in life.

That and getting his wife pregnant.

She stared at him. “Babies are a lot of work.”

“Yep.”

“I need three more years of school.”

“Yep.”

“Are you seriously suggesting we have a kid while I’m in school?”

“Yep.” He grinned but only glanced at her. He needed to keep his eyes on the road.

“Stefano!”

He lifted her hand to his lips. “What?”

“You can’t just spring shit like this on a woman while you’re driving down the road,” she argued.

“Why not? Seems like as good a time as any.” They’d arrived at Roses and Thorns, and he pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine.

When he faced her, her eyes were wide. She was working hard to look stunned and disagreeable, but she couldn’t keep from smiling. “You’re serious.”

He leaned over the console and cupped her face. “I’m just saying I’m ready when you are.” He lifted her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. God, he loved this woman.

She stared at him, saying nothing, but she did open and close her mouth several times as though she were about to speak and changed her mind. Finally, she pulled her hand free of his grip and unfastened her seatbelt.

He thought she was going to open the car door and put an end to this discussion, which would have been fine. After all, she was right. He’d sprung this on her.

But that’s not what happened. Instead, his sexy wife climbed over the console, straddled his lap, and pressed her pussy against his cock. “How about we make a deal?”

He chuckled as he cupped her fantastic ass. “Not a chance. No, I will not spank you in the club in exchange for getting you pregnant.” He knew her well. She’d been asking him to try spanking her for months. She’d been abused with a cane. He was never spanking her.

She pushed out her bottom lip in a fake pout. “But Gemma and?—”

He cut her off with a hand over her mouth. “Sweetheart, I don’t care if every one of your friends lets their Dom spank them. The answer is still no. None of them were caned in captivity. I won’t risk traumatizing you with impact play. And before you ask, orgasm denial is off the table also.”

She played with the front of his black button-down shirt. “You’re no fun.”

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