Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
His gray eyes heated with desire as he pressed his hard on into my belly. “Maybe if we spend enough time down at the beach, Allison and Everett will go down for a nap with Lucy and Hayden this afternoon.”
“It’s worth a shot.” I turned in his embrace to look through the floor to ceiling windows at our gorgeous view of the Atlantic Ocean. “I’m so glad you convinced me that we needed a house in the Hamptons. I love it here.”
His hold on me tightened, and he dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “Me, too. You found the perfect place, sugar.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t too difficult for me to do when you told me to spend however much I wanted as long as I was happy with the house.”
“The money didn’t matter as much as getting the right place for all of us.” He gave me a little squeeze. “Your happiness means everything to me.”
“I know.” I twisted my head around to smile up at him. Thatcher didn’t just use his billions to make sure I had anything and everything I’d ever wanted. He also gave me the important stuff—his time, attention, and unwavering love. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and a day didn’t go by that I wasn’t grateful he’d fallen as hard for me as I had for him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
My grin widened. “I know.”
“You better.” He wagged his brows. “But, I’m still going to thoroughly demonstrate how much I love you later.”
Thinking about the box of toys we kept on the upper shelf of our walk-in closet, my bikini bottoms grew damper. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Alright, kiddos.” Thatcher released me to stride over to the table and pull Hayden out of the high chair. “Who wants to head down to the beach?”
“Meeee!” Allison, Everett, and Lucy squealed in unison. Not wanting to be left out of the excitement, Hayden shrieked and clapped his hands.
“Allison and Everett, go change into your swimsuits,” Thatcher instructed. Our two oldest children didn’t hesitate to scamper off to their rooms. Cradling Hayden in one arm, he bent down to undo the strap on Lucy’s booster seat. Then he took her hand to help her down. “I’ll get these two ready if you’ll clear the table. Leave the dishes in the sink, and I’ll clean them up after we’re done at the beach.”
“You’re seriously the best husband ever.” I padded over to the table, pausing to kiss Thatcher’s cheek before he headed out of the kitchen with our youngest kids.
By the time I finished cleaning up—including the dishes because I had plans later on for my man—he had all the kids ready to head down to the beach. Snagging the bag of towels and toys I kept in a big basket near the French doors leading out to the deck, I followed Thatcher and the kids outside. He carried Lucy and Hayden while I held onto Allison and Everett’s hands to help them around the pool and down the stairs to the beach. Once everyone was situated in the sand with their favorite toys, I pulled off my cover-up.
“Fuck, it’s a good thing this is a private beach.” Thatcher traced his finger down my spine and dipped it into my bikini bottom. “You’re too sexy in this for anyone else to see you. I’d be fighting guys off left and right to keep them away.”
I giggled and pointed at our children. “You don’t need to worry about other guys paying attention to me. Four kids are enough to scare anyone away.”
He circled to stand in front of me and shook his head. “You seriously underestimate your sex appeal, sugar. How do you think you ended up with this many children so close together in the first place?”
“Because I love your dick so much,” I mumbled under my breath, my cheeks heating as I remembered how he’d used my favorite appendage last night after the kids fell asleep.
“Which is a damn good thing considering how much it likes to be inside you,” he whispered as his hands glided to my butt to squeeze it. When his head jerked back and he bent low, I twisted around and glanced down to see what had surprised him but didn’t see anything that would explain his reaction until he tugged my bikini bottoms lower and asked, “Where’s your contraceptive patch?”
“My—” I yanked my bikini bottoms lower, making him growl even though there wasn’t anyone nearby who could see my bare buttcheek. Not finding the patch where it was supposed to be, I stuck my hand inside to feel around for it and started to freak out when I didn’t encounter anything. “Oh, crap! Where is it?”
“Crap, crap, crap,” Everett chanted.