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I turn to him and arch an eyebrow. "What do you think? Anything you like?"

He takes a deep breath and rubs his hands together nervously. "I think…well, everything looks really nice. But there's something about all this pink decor for the nursery and baby clothes that make me feel—" He stops mid sentence, embarrassed by what he was about to say.

"It's okay," I tell him gently, trying not to laugh. "You can admit that you're excited."

He looks relieved as he nods and smiles sheepishly at me. "I know it's weak to care about pink baby clothes."

I wheel around, looking at Dare like he's grown another head.

"Are you kidding? I'm really glad that you're starting to feel excited about the baby. I was afraid that you would be all weird about her parentage."

Dare stares at me for a beat, his face unreadable. Then he takes a deep breath and takes my hand in his, pressing it against my stomach. "I wish like hell I'd met you first," he says softly. "And that this baby was mine."

My heart swells with emotion and I take his other hand in mine, squeezing it gently.

"It doesn't matter," I tell him. "If you care for her—and I know you will—that's all that matters."

Dare presses a kiss to my wrist. I suspect that he is masking some emotion, but I don't know for sure.

We spend the next hour looking at furniture, clothing, toys, and other accessories for the nursery. Dare gets increasingly excited about each new item we come across until finally we've picked out everything we need for the baby's arrival—including an adorable stuffed giraffe for decoration!

As we walk through the checkout line, Dare turns to me with a smile on his face.

"Thanks for giving me this moment," he says softly, taking my hand in his own hand and squeezing it gently.

"Of course," I say. I smile back at him, feeling content with my life as it is right now.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

DARE

"Dare?"

My eyes open instantly when I hear Talia whisper my name. It's dark and we are both sprawled out in bed. I blink up at the faraway cement ceiling for a few moments before turning my head toward Talia. The very first thing I notice is that she's staring at me with her wide blue eyes.

Then I notice that her face is flushed. She chews on her lip and lightly rubs her hand on my chest.

"What's going on?" I ask, stifling a yawn. "Is everything okay?"

She gives me a sheepish smile and strokes my chest again. "It is. I just... I need you."

I screw up my face and rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Need me for what?" I ask.

Talia curls up to my body and caresses my thigh through my boxer briefs. Her blush darkens and she nervously swipes her tongue out to wet her bottom lip.

"I had a sexy dream about you. And now I can't stop thinking about how hot you are."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah." She bites her lip and gives me a nervous smile. "I was just thinking how fun it would be to... to ride you."

My cock hardens in an instant. I reach down and reposition it as I look at my beautiful wife.

"Tell me what you want from me, sweetheart. I need to hear it from those pretty lips."

I love the way she blushes. I love the way she gets shy when she's turned on. I love that she's honest with me and won't hide her desires from me.