My Undercover Lover’s Secret Seed - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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My heart was hammering against my ribs as I sprinted home, cheeks burning with the memory of what I'd just witnessed. That ridiculous spectacle had me blushing like a schoolgirl. I slapped my palms against my flaming face - get it together, for God's sake. Getting worked up over some idiot...
After catching my breath, I stepped under a cold shower to clear my head.
The black La Perla nightgown slithered over my damp skin like liquid shadow - sheer lace barely covering the essentials. The plunging neckline framed my cleavage perfectly, while the scandalously short hem teased with every movement. I'd splurged on it after hearing whispers that sexy lingerie could boost the medication's effects.
The woman staring back from the mirror looked like trouble. Tonight would be different.
When my husband walked in, his reaction was instantaneous. Hands went straight for my chest like magnets. I swatted him away, then trailed my fingers along his growing bulge. "Dinner first, sweetheart," I purred, letting my breasts brush against him as I handed over a glass of water. "Plenty of time for dessert later." If we started now, he'd be snoring in five minutes.
His fingers twitched toward the lace hem, but I held it firmly out of reach. Grumbling, he downed the water instead.
I watched his throat work, my pulse steadying.
The change came faster than expected. His pupils dilated as he set down the glass. "Baby, I can't wait anymore," he growled, pulling me against his suddenly urgent body. His roaming hands left trails of fire across my skin. I steered him toward the shower - the man reeked of long day.
He barely let the water hit him before pinning me against the tiles. Resistance was futile - desire already coiled low in my belly. His hot breath at my ear made me shiver. Tonight would be different.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured between kisses.
For once, the medication worked - he lasted longer than his usual pathetic two minutes. Just as pleasure began building, he... stopped.
Silence. Just his ragged breathing. My stomach dropped.
We tried again in bed. Same result.
Holding me afterward, he finally asked, "You put something in my drink, didn't you?"
I didn't answer. We both knew.
"Don't do that again," he said quietly.
"I want a baby," I countered, turning to face him.
His eyes held no warmth as he lit a cigarette. "We're good without kids."
The words landed like a punch. "Why?" My voice barely worked.
After catching my breath, I stepped under a cold shower to clear my head.
The black La Perla nightgown slithered over my damp skin like liquid shadow - sheer lace barely covering the essentials. The plunging neckline framed my cleavage perfectly, while the scandalously short hem teased with every movement. I'd splurged on it after hearing whispers that sexy lingerie could boost the medication's effects.
The woman staring back from the mirror looked like trouble. Tonight would be different.
When my husband walked in, his reaction was instantaneous. Hands went straight for my chest like magnets. I swatted him away, then trailed my fingers along his growing bulge. "Dinner first, sweetheart," I purred, letting my breasts brush against him as I handed over a glass of water. "Plenty of time for dessert later." If we started now, he'd be snoring in five minutes.
His fingers twitched toward the lace hem, but I held it firmly out of reach. Grumbling, he downed the water instead.
I watched his throat work, my pulse steadying.
The change came faster than expected. His pupils dilated as he set down the glass. "Baby, I can't wait anymore," he growled, pulling me against his suddenly urgent body. His roaming hands left trails of fire across my skin. I steered him toward the shower - the man reeked of long day.
He barely let the water hit him before pinning me against the tiles. Resistance was futile - desire already coiled low in my belly. His hot breath at my ear made me shiver. Tonight would be different.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured between kisses.
For once, the medication worked - he lasted longer than his usual pathetic two minutes. Just as pleasure began building, he... stopped.
Silence. Just his ragged breathing. My stomach dropped.
We tried again in bed. Same result.
Holding me afterward, he finally asked, "You put something in my drink, didn't you?"
I didn't answer. We both knew.
"Don't do that again," he said quietly.
"I want a baby," I countered, turning to face him.
His eyes held no warmth as he lit a cigarette. "We're good without kids."
The words landed like a punch. "Why?" My voice barely worked.
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