Page 98 of Her Filthy Grump

“Well….” I cough. “I hope so.”

“Fine.” He slaps harder and steps back. “You’re a good man, Kameron. You have a good work ethic, and I respect how you stepped up to the plate with Layla.”

Thank God.

When her parents leave the room, she turns and wraps her arms around my neck. “See, I told you.”

“Yes. Yes, you did.” I lean down, burrowing my face between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her scent. “Layla, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mr. Grumpalicious.”

“That’s Mr. Filthy Grump to you.”

She giggles when my lips caress her skin. Who would have through that I’d pack up and go halfway across the country to find the love of my life chasing after a momma duck?

Epilogue

Layla

I step out onto the balcony of our Caribbean resort. Kameron and our son, Kade, lay fast asleep in the shade while lounging on a chaise lounge chair. Kade is nestled in my gorgeous husband’s arms with his thumb stuck in his sweetly puckered lips.

Too perfect.The temperature is a balmy eighty-four degrees. There’s a light breeze blowing a strand of my hair, which I re-tuck behind my ear. In the distance, the ocean waves lap at the sand.

Life’s been a huge blessing over the last year and a half. Kameron got his boy, and I couldn’t be happier. He’s a living, breathing doll. I’ll get that little girl.

I lay my hand over my bare stomach and caress the tiny curve that’s starting to grow. My bikini isn’t going to keep my secret for long. Love overwhelms me as I stare at them. How did I get so lucky?

Must document the memory. I twist on my heel with a smile playing on my lips.

“You aren’t grabbing your camera, are you?” Kameron’s rough voice rumbles down my spine and settles in my core. I shift to face him, and he pops one eye open.

Lady bits, slow down. You’ve already gotten me in trouble twice. Well…. It’s not like I can get more pregnant.“What if I am?”

“I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Then, that settles it. I’m getting the camera. I want a photo of my gorgeous husband holding our precious baby. What’s wrong with that?”

“At least my dick’s covered.” He yawns, stretches his shoulders and neck, but leaves his chest perfectly straight to keep from waking Kade.

I give him a saucy smile. “For now.”

“Doll,” he drawls. “Don’t get me all worked up. Kade’s going to wake up any second, and I’ll be stuck with a raging hard-on for two hours. You know what us firemen say, ‘You can’t prime the pump unless you want to squirt a little water.’”

“You’ll live.” I giggle and run into our villa in search of the camera. He can protest all he wants. He has not died yet from an erection. Not that I ever keep him hanging.

When I step back outside, I frown. Where did he go? The lounge chair’s empty. I step over to the chair and Kade’s in the bassinet on the other side with his mouth wide open and eyes shut.Yes.I can’t ever lay him down without waking him up.

Kameron’s arms wrap around my waist, and his lips graze my neck. I shiver at his touch and wiggle my ass against his cock. “How do you do that?”

“Look at you. Think about you. Smell you.” He sucks down on my flesh as his hands caress my stomach.

I roll my eyes. “Not that. I know how you get hard.”

His fingers slip inside my bikini bottom, and I moan. My nipples poke against the fabric of my top.

Please, don’t wake up. Mommy needs an orgasm. Just one. Please. Well, maybe two.“I meant. How do you keep him from waking up when you put him down?”

“Magic fingers.” He pinches my clit, and my eyes roll back into my head.

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