Page 65 of Pucking Fake

Peyton buries her face in my shoulder, laughing quietly. "We're not going to survive the one we already have."

"Yeah, we will." I nip her throat. "She has a warrior for a mom, a badass for an aunt, and a legend for a dad. We've got this shit, baby."

"A legend?" Peyton lifts her head, a soft smile on her face. "You're reading your own press again, aren't you?"

"Nope. I just know I'm that good."

She snorts, shaking her head. "If your head gets any bigger, Logan Moreno…"

"You fucking love my big head."

Her lips tilt into a smile. "Yeah, I kind of do."

I slide her off my lap, rising to my feet. Once I'm steady, I scoop her up into my arms, striding from the bathroom.

"Where are we going? We still have to clean up the mess," she says.

"I'll clean it up," I murmur. "After I clean you up, baby. You're all wet. My baby might get cold."

She smirks, cupping my cheek. "You know damn well the baby isn't going to get cold in my womb, Logan. You just want to get me naked."

"Obviously. We were interrupted before I finished playing with you earlier."

"I'm not a game."

"No, you aren't." I set her on the vanity in our bathroom, caging her in with my arms. "But you are my favorite little toy, baby."

"Logan," she groans.

I tip her head back, kissing her long and deep. "Christ, I love you. You know that?"

"Yeah?" She twists her hands up in my shirt, smirking at me. "Get naked and show me how much."