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Next time they f****d, he wanted it to be for life. He pulled back, giving Sage the space she’d seek as she inevitably reacted hotly to his statement. Sage spread her hands over his chest. His shirt was damp from their exertions.
“You did not just say what I thought you said.”
“I’m sure I did. f**k, babe, you’re the only one.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do. It’s my decision if I want to get pregnant,” she snapped.
Kingdom barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes in supplication for patience. Of course, his angel would fight him. How many women begged him to f**k them raw or tried to trick him so they could be called his baby mama? Not his Sage. Kingdom readied himself for a fight. He stripped off the drenched shirt clinging to his torso, momentarily distracting Sage,
