Harper glanced at me over Blade’s shoulder. “The baby’s in there already.”
“Yes, but we’ve been very thorough so far. It pays to continue.” I was being ridiculous, but I had a feeling I’d lost my mind along with my heart.
Not only did I have to worry about Harper, but a baby too. I was doomed. I would be the only pussy-whipped leader on the moon belt.
I grinned as we walked into my quarters, and Blade gently placed her on the bed.
I didn’t mind being pussy-whipped as long as it was Harper’s pussy.
“Strip,” I commanded.
I watched Harper’s eyes go blurry with desire as she pushed down her pants, and we could see her pussy.
Yes, we were whipped and we’d spend the rest of our lives enjoying every moment.