Joe held up his hand to tell her to stay put and went to get the baby. “I’ve got to say,” he said as he carried the bassinette upstairs, his eyes trained to the gentle sway of his wife’s rear end as she went up ahead of him. Their pets followed dutifully behind and took to their beds, seeming to know what was about to happen and taking shelter. “I honestly didn’t think Mac would do it.”

“I knew he would. I gave him no choice in the matter.”

“You’re a rare and special woman, Janey Cantrell.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“As if I ever could.” Joe put the bassinette down in the corner of the bedroom, not next to the bed where Janey preferred it.

“That’s too far away.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Joe…”

“Shhhh.” He put his arms around her and quieted her with a kiss. “All day, you’ve been walking around with those yoga pants on, flaunting your cute little ass, bending over to tend to the baby, taunting me…” He cupped her buttocks and squeezed for emphasis. “I can’t wait any longer to have you, Janey.”

She looked up at him with the bottomless blue eyes he adored. “Is everything in working order?”

“Why don’t you check for yourself?” After last night’s disaster, he’d been a walking, talking hard-on all day.

“Oh my,” she whispered, giving him a thorough examination that had his head rolling back on his shoulders. “That feels like it might hurt.”

“It aches. For you.” The time for fooling around was over. The time for action was right now. He all but ripped the tank top off her body, leaving her naked from the waist up.

“Wait! I need a shower! I smell like sour milk and baby puke.”

“No shower. No delays. Only this.” He ground his hard cock against her belly, needing relief and needing it right now.

“Joe… Seriously.”

“I’m dead serious. Right now, Janey.” He cupped her breasts and bent his head to tongue her nipple.

“Um, you might not want to do that…”

“You love when I do that.”

“Normally, yes, but they don’t belong just to us right now. I might leak, and that’ll be kind of gross.”

“You think I’d find that gross? No way. I think it’s incredible.”

“You won’t think so when it’s all over you.”

“I don’t care about that, Janey.”

“I do,” she said, sounding miserable, and he couldn’t have that.

He laid her back on the bed. “Don’t worry about anything. Just let me love you. I’m dying for you.”

Sighing, she stretched her arms over her head, which made her breasts thrust upward. Everything she did turned him on, and that was no exception. He kissed her everywhere, giving special attention to the stretch marks that marred her otherwise flawless skin. “Don’t look at them.”