“Affirmative, satisfactory!”“
He nestles beside me, observing my phone as I enter my information.
“What emotions would you experience if you were pregnant?” I should have discussed this with you prior to my …,” I interrupted him, as I anticipated his direction. He is attributing all the blame to himself.
I found the thought of you engaging in that activity quite arousing. We are united in this endeavour. If I had not desired it, I would not have permitted you to mark me without gloves. “I was aware of the implications of my actions… and I found them appealing,” I remarked with a smirk, kissing him on the cheek.
He smiles, indicating an improvement in his mood. I can somewhat perceive it. “However, you have yet to respond to my inquiry regarding a baby,” he asserts.
I feel prepared, yet I believe that a brief delay may be more beneficial for Alyssa. Numerous simultaneous changes may overwhelm her. What is your perspective?“I inquire.”
“We possess one already, so I am prepared to commence at your convenience. I understand your perspective regarding Alyssa; therefore, what is the appropriate duration for us to wait?“He inquires.” His declaration of readiness elicits a profound sense of satisfaction in me.
“Several months, at least.” What is your desired number of children?I refute.
I do not have a specific number in mind, but I lack siblings and have always desired to have them. I observe the closeness between you and Brandon; I desire our children to have siblings, but that is ultimately your decision. You must undertake all the substantial responsibilities in that department. What quantity do you desire?”
“I am uncertain.” Perhaps two or three additional?He smiles, draws me near, and kisses my forehead.
“I eagerly anticipate witnessing your abdomen distended with our offspring,” he exclaims with delight. I bestow upon him a tender kiss.
“You may realise your desire sooner than anticipated.” Let us complete this form and ascertain its contents. I conclude and observe that if my cycle is regular and I am not delayed, I should be secure. My most recent fertile day occurred five days prior.
“If we utilise protection for several days prior to and subsequent to my fertile period, we should be secure,” I elucidate.
“Indeed?” Does this imply that we can be unsafe for the remaining three weeks of the month?His eyebrows elevate with enthusiasm.
I acquiesce. “If you intend to conceive within a few months, utilising hormonal birth control is illogical.” He expresses considerable satisfaction regarding the days he can engage in unprotected intercourse and states he is agreeable to my decision.
We awaken at 7 AM, while Alyssa remains asleep. Cohen must be at his office in the packhouse by 8 am; however, he will return at 9:30 to escort Alyssa and me for a tour. I have more time than he does to prepare, so I rise from bed and don a thigh-length robe.
I take the baby monitor and proceed downstairs to prepare breakfast for Cohen. I opted to prepare French toast and bacon, accompanied by raspberries and whipped cream. Cohen arrives as I conclude my task. He is attired in dress trousers, a pinstriped dress shirt, and a necktie. “You appear attractive!”“He appears exceedingly appetising, to be frank.”
He grins impishly as he approaches me, and a wave of desire engulfs me. “I am famished!”He admits.
“Breakfast is prepared,” I smile, suppressing the inappropriate thoughts inundating my mind.
“I am not famished for breakfast,” he rasps, and I sense the urgency intensify within me, causing my skin to tingle with anticipation.
“What do you desire desperately?” I enquire breathlessly as he approaches me.
“You,” he murmurs, tugging at the belt of my robe. My robe becomes unfastened, revealing my unclothed form to him. “Mmm,” he murmurs, as his hands penetrate within. His laboured breath brushes against my lips, and his hands clutch my posterior, drawing me nearer to him. His lips meet mine; I am not only weak in the knees but also utterly disoriented by his touch and the fervour of his kiss. I perceive his longing and desire for me, which compels me to wish for him to position me over this counter.
I am abruptly interrupted from our fervent kiss by the sound of a knock. Our heads turn towards the back door from which the sound originated. A man stands at the glass patio door, gazing at us. I emit a squeal and press my body against Cohen’s to seek his protection while I re-tie my robe. Fortunately, he did not observe anything, as Cohen’s substantial physique was concealing mine.
