Page 185 of The Plan

“I want to.” He nods quickly, and I smile at him. “Do you still want to?” He sounds so excited, even if I didn’t want to do this, I couldn’t tell him no.

“Of course, I want to. We gave this a lot of thought, and we’ve technically talked about this since we first met.” Realization crosses his face as he remembers our conversation about adoption in the aquarium all those years ago.

“Okay.” He nods once. “Let's go.” I smile at him, and he pulls me in. Our lips meet, and his tongue quickly finds mine. I deepen the kiss, and it quickly becomes rushed and messy.

His hands slide down to my butt, and when I let out a soft moan, he groans, pulling away. “Your son is sleeping in his own damn bed tonight.” I break into laughter, and he pulls me in again for a quicker kiss. Agustín has been sleeping with us, and I told Sire not to let him, but he spoils the kids, and now our son has gotten into this bad habit.

“I thought you liked it when he slept with us?”

He smirks down at me and quickly kisses me again. “I do.” He taps two soft kisses on my lips before pulling away again and saying, “I like sleeping with you more, though.” I laugh lightly, and he leans in again, kissing down my neck.

“Well”—I tap his chest twice—“that’s too bad.”

He pulls away and looks down at me, confused. “And why’s that?”

“I told you not to let him sleep in our bed, and what’d you say? It’s only one night, Vid.” He laughs at how I mock him. “Now it’s been two weeks, so until you start actually listening to me, you can keep your hands to yourself.” I take his hands off my waist, and he’s still staring at me like he’s confused.

“So, we’re keeping sex from each other now, Vidia?” A tingle of pleasure shoots from my stomach straight between my legs just from the way he says my name. He looks down, and a smirk grows on his face when he notices me squeeze my legs together.

“Consider it motivation.”

He grins as he slightly shakes his head.

“And don’t say my name like that.”

His smirk grows as if that just interested him. “Say it like what,Vidia?”

I bite back a smile and squint my eyes at him. “Like you want to do dirty things to me because you can’t.” I don’t plan on actually keeping anything from him. I just want to see how quickly he’ll get Agustín back in his own bed.

“If this is the game you want to play, then so be it, but you won’t win.” He lightly traces the side of my body, from my hip up to the side of my torso, and a chill runs down my back. “It’s not too late to call it quits, Vid.”

I feel a smirk growing on my face as I try to remember why that sounds so familiar. It takes me a minute, but my smirk quickly grows into a smile.

“If you’re scared I’m going to win, that’s all you have to say, Gryffindor.” When he throws his head back laughing, I realize he also remembers.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he calls out into the hallway. “Agustín!”

I bite back my smile at how he pronounces our son's name. He was worried he’d sound like a gringo when saying it, but he picked up an accent the last few years speaking a lot more Spanish with the kids, and he says his name perfectly.

His eyes pierce into mine challengingly. I hear the kids, most likely Mariana and Zamir, sayingouulike Agustín is in trouble, and then I hear small footsteps running our way.

“What’s up, Doc?” Sire and I smile but keep our gaze on each other, neither of us backing down. Agustín is obsessed with Bugs Bunny; it’s how we got him to eat carrots, but now he won’t stop sayingwhat's up, Doc?Especially since he found out I’m a doctor.

“No more sleeping with Mami and I.” A smirk creeps on my face as his eyes continue to bore into me like I’m the one in trouble.

“What? Por que?!”

Sire doesn’t look away to answer, not wanting to lose whatever silent game we’re in. “Because Daddy said so. You’re a big boy. You can sleep in your own bed like sissy and twin.” I hear Agustín sigh beside us, but I refuse to look away from his dad.

“Can I stay one more night?” From the sound of his voice alone, I know he’s giving puppy dog eyes, and Sire’s jaw clenches because it’s his weakness with the kids.

“Awe, pobrecito, let him sleep with us one more night.” I tease, and Sire lets out a sigh. When I smirk at him, he squints his eyes at me, and I bite back a smile, knowing I’m making this harder for him.

“No. Last night was his last night.”

“Please?” Agustín drags out the pleading word, and I think Sire is going to fold, but then his eyes slowly sweep down my body and then back up to my eyes as he shakes his head.

“No, Agustín. You need to sleep in your own bed.”

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