As she passes Charlie to me, I scoop her into my arms like a football, letting her hang facing forward and pressing my nose to the back of her head and inhaling that fresh new baby scent.

Shelby nibbles her cheek as he watches me, the smile she’s trying to hold back reaching her eyes. I can feel the eyes of everyone around us, but I don’t care. Shelby and I are the only ones who exist right now. Just her and me and all of these crazy ideas, like babies and a wedding and forever. Ideas that never stood a chance with the man I used to be.

Shelby

Good lord, I had no idea watching your boyfriend hold a baby was such an aphrodisiac, but I can barely keep my hands off of Rafe. As we sit on the beach with all of his friends, my filthy mind is just running through all the ways I want him to fuck me when we get home so he can fill me up with that beautiful baby making seed.

I do not want a baby right now. That would be insane. Rafe and I still have so much to work out first. We haven’t even fully moved in together yet. I mean, we never sleep alone anymore, but the actual moving in together step is serious.

But this is our future, and seeing how natural he was flying Charlie around the pier like she was an airplane, her arms and legs kicking in pure ecstatic joy, I knew that I wanted that.

And I want it with him.

“Please hurry home,” I whisper after we say our goodbyes to everyone and climb onto his bike.

“Why?” he asks so innocently and I let out a low giggle in his ear as I grind my hips against him and reach my hand around to rub my hand at the zipper of his pants.

His spine stiffens and he glances back at me. “Oh, yes ma’am,” he answers, and I laugh.

The baby thing plus the rumble from the bike, and I’m a very horny woman.

It's a good thing we live close to here. We barely make it inside before I have his zipper undone. Quickly, I tear off my sundress and unclasp my bra until I’m in nothing but my panties. We don’t make it to the bed and settle for his couch. As he drops down, I climb onto his lap, straddling him and kissing him so hard, he lets out a low groan.

Suddenly, his hand comes up with something in the corner of my vision.

“What do we have here?” he asks, and I let a wicked smile stretch across my face as I take in the long black ribbon sliding between his fingers.

“Turn around,” he commands when he sees the lust in my eyes.

I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists with ease. Once, this was for him—a safe way for us to be together. But now, it’s just fun. And it never fails to strengthen our bond. Trusting him so intensely not only turns me on, but it amplifies every emotion in my heart when he looks at me.