Mat peeled his eyes open and squinted against the light. He’d lost count of how many times they’d made love during the night, and he wasn’t nearly ready for morning.

Nealy was curled against him, and he shifted his hand so it covered her breast. It made a soft, warm weight in his palm. His lids drooped. He settled back around her.

Something wet and sharp invaded his ear canal.

He twisted his head and stared into a beaming baby face.

“Daaaaaa . . .”

He groaned. “Aww, man . . .”

She slapped the mattress with her hands, then reached toward him. He glanced toward the closed door, but Lucy had beat a hasty retreat.

“DA . . . DA . . . DA . . . DA!” The baby squealed and beat on the mattress like a bongo.

Nealy stirred next to him. The Demon squealed louder, the familiar mulish look on her face declaring she was a woman to be reckoned with. He reached over, scooped her up, and dumped her on his chest.

She beamed at him and dropped some spit on his chin. “Daaaa . . .”

Nealy turned, her eyes slowly opening.

The Demon gave a delighted shriek and dug her knees into his belly. Seconds later, she plopped on top of Nealy.

Nealy let out an oof, then her forehead crumpled in distress. “Oh, Mat!”

The baby crawled up her body as if it were the yellow brick road, sprawled across her face, and reached for the brass headboard.

“Agile little thing, isn’t she?”

Nealy shifted the baby’s butt enough to free her face. “This is terrible!”

“Could be a lot worse. At least that diaper’s not loaded.”

“That’s not what I mean. We’re naked!”

Mat slid his hand around Nealy’s thigh. “Son of a gun. You’re right.”

“Don’t you dare try to be funny about this.”

“Tell me we’re not back to that thing about traumatizing her for life.”

“We’re naked. This bedroom reeks of . . . well, you know what I mean.”

He regarded her blankly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Monkey business, that’s what!”

“Monkey business? Is that what you call some of the best sex either one of us is ever going to have?”

“Really?” The soft, vulnerable look made him wish he’d kept his big mouth shut, but his brain always woke up a few minutes after his body.

The Demon grabbed a handful of Nealy’s hair and beamed down at her. Nealy’s expression grew troubled again, but the baby kept smiling. Then she started this soft little babble, talking to Nealy as if she could understand every word. Nealy’s face began to glow in a way that made Mat’s insides cramp. This whole thing—the baby in their bed, Nealy curled next to him, the memory of last night—it was all too much for him.