I noticed Beau’s entire body tense up when Charli ran past his chair. What the hell is going on with that? I had no clue what was happening, and I didn’t have time to think about it right then because Rox was getting sleepy-eyed in my arms.

I took him upstairs and laid him down before looking in on Danica, who was sleeping like a little angel. I sensed Axel behind me without even turning around. He caged me in, putting his hands on the rail of the crib.

His mouth went to my ear. “What did Geri say this morning?”

I paused for a moment, letting him sweat it out for the time being. Geri, my friend from residency, was my OB/GYN when I had the trips and Dani. I had seen her today for my six-week postpartum visit.

“Hmmm. She said they were getting new coffee machines at the hospital. Oh, and she said that Nurse Chantelle is sleeping with the new cardiac resident. And—”

Axel moved his hands to my hips and growled, “You know that’s not what I’m asking, Bear.” He dug his teeth into the side of my neck, causing a deep pulsation in a very needy part of me. “Can. I. Fuck. My. Wife?”

I turned in his arms and ran my tongue over his lips. “Yes. You. Can. Fu—” Axel had me thrown over his shoulder before I could finish and was stalking out the door of Danica’s nursery as I tried to suppress my squeal of surprise. He looked both ways down the hall as if trying to figure out which way to go.

He carried me into our bathroom and grabbed the towel hamper with one hand, keeping the other on my swimsuit-clad ass. “What the hell are you doing, Ax?” I hissed as he bounded down the stairs with me over his shoulder.

“Laundry,” he said shortly. He carried me into the laundry room downstairs and put me down before quickly adding the towels and detergent to the washing machine and turning it on. “Ms. Casper is upstairs with the kids, so I thought we should come down here.” He lifted me by the waist, setting me on the washer and pulling the top of my one-piece swimsuit down until my full breasts popped out.

“Axel…”

“I know I can’t touch them unless I want to be squirted in the eye. I just want to look at them,” he said, kissing my neck and yanking the crotch of my swimsuit to the side before burying one finger inside me. “Fuck, Blaire. I’ve missed this cunt.” He groaned, and I held his head as his vigorous tongue did amazing things to my neck. He added another finger, pumping me, and the sounds of my wetness filled the room.

“I’ve missed your hot cock being inside me,” I told him, my breaths coming in short pants.