Page 68 of Mace

“Not playing with you, babe. We told your grandma I’m your fiancée, so we’re going to have to make good on our word.”

I tipped my head back. “You’re serious about this?”

“As a fucking heart attack, babe. I don’t really think we’re rushing it since we’ve known each other since grade school, you know?”

I slapped his chest. “With a fifteen-year gap in there.”

“So we both have lived on our own and know what we want.”

“And what is it you want?” I asked.

“You in my bed, riding my face or cock.”

“My god,” I laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think we can do only that for the rest of our lives.”

He shrugged and threaded his fingers through mine. “Fifty percent of the time. The one twenty-five percent of the time, we’ll be sleeping, and the other twenty-five percent, we’ll hang out with the club and Dorothy and have a couple of kids.”

“A couple of kids?” I gasped. “Are you crazy? I haven’t even agreed to marry you, and you’re already talking about kids?”

He moved his hand to my stomach. “You already got one in there cooking, babe. I’ve been fucking you with no condom unless you’re on birth control.”

“Well, no. So why don’t we have a couple of kids, and then we’ll see about getting married.”

Mace chuckled. “We can do them at the same time. You marry me while you grow my baby in your belly.”

“This is crazy, Mace.”

“But it feels right, Imogen. You can’t deny that.”

It did. No matter what I did with Mace, it was right.

“There’s a chance I might not be pregnant,” I pointed out. Sure, we hadn’t been using protection, but it wasn’t always a guarantee to getting pregnant from not using protection. Though Mace and I had done it quite a few times sans protection.

“Then we’ll keep trying. God knows we both like the act that gets you pregnant.”

I rolled out of his arms and stood. “Maybe we should stop and get some condoms on the way home tomorrow.”

I stepped from the bed, but Mace’s arm reached out and snagged me around the waist. Pulled me back into bed and covered me with his body.

His eyes connected with mine, and his body pinned me to the bed. “You listening?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

“I want you,” he stated.

“I want you, too.”

“I want you to marry me and grow my baby in your belly.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “At least twice.”

“You want to marry me twice?” I whispered.

“Oh, Imogen,” he chuckled.

A huge smile spread across my lips. “I know what you meant; I just like watching you laugh.” I traced a finger along his lips. “You’re so handsome when I know you’re smiling because of me."

“You gonna answer my question?” he asked.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “You never asked me a question, Mace. You just told me what you wanted.”

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