I woke up to the feeling of warm lips pressing soft, lingering kisses down my bare stomach.
I opened my eyes slowly, the morning sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our penthouse. Seth was kneeling beside the bed, his dark hair messy, wearing only black sweatpants. His large, warm hands were gently holding my hips, his lips worshipping the skin right over my womb.
"Good morning, my little heir," he murmured against my skin, his voice a low, sweet rumble. "Did you sleep well? Daddy was up all night making sure no one can ever hurt you or Mommy."
My heart melted. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his soft, dark hair. "Seth... you didn't sleep?"
He looked up, his dark eyes softening as they met mine. He stood up, crawling onto the mattress and caging me in, his ha
