Page 104 of The Refiner

“Marry me, Keys. Guarantee me that you’re mine for the rest of our lives.”

I don’t do things halfway. I want all of her, even the parts she’s scared to give.

She blinks back her tears before pulling in a breath and firming up her voice. “I guarantee you my forever.”

“Is that a yes?” Thank goodness for little girls who need just a little more clarification.

“Yes,” Keagan laughs, pulling the candy necklace from Tatum’s mouth—she’s eaten far more than we realized, “I’ll marry your Daddy.”

“Forever?”

She presses her lips to mine. “Not even death will part us.”

Astor

“Oh, Astor!” She moans, and immediately I’m annoyed.

“Stop. I know what you’re doing.”

She wiggles, her eyes rolling back into her head. “I’m serious, you need to take notes because this…” she moans again, and I ignore the snickering behind the sheet, “…is so much better than sex. I don’t know why you kept this a secret for so long.”

My eyes narrow to slits. “This isn’t funny, Keys.”

“Oh, no, it definitely isn’t. This is ah-mazing.” She points to the doctor shielded behind a drape over her legs. “Tell him what you’re doing, Dr. Katner. He’s a doctor. He should be able to replicate this at home, right?”

The nurse at her side smothers a laugh, but the only person brave enough to keep taunting me is my wife, laid out on a table getting artificially inseminated because I haven’t been able to get her pregnant on my own; something I thought I would handle a lot better than I am. I had the procedure; I should have been able to knock up my wife, but after a year of trying, we ended up back at the fertility specialist.

It was Keagan’s idea.

We wanted another child, and between the two of us, she had the winning argument.“Are you going to be a quitter in this marathon or are we going to do what we’ve always done and fight for what we want?”

I couldn’t allow her to be the responsible one.

So I went through all the tests again. Endured the shame of feeling like a failure that I couldn’t do something as simple as procreate.

I went into that room to jack-off into a cup in order for the doctor to run some tests when someone shoved me from behind, locking us in the room. “What are you doing?”

Keagan sways toward me, her hips inviting me closer with the movement. “I decided I didn’t want you to look at other women to get off.” She’s referring to the magazines they keep in the room to help you—you know—get there.

She pulls off my shirt and then hers. “If you’re going to get off, it’s going to be to me.”

I grin, loving this aggressive side of her, and yank her to me. “Really?” I skim my nose up the side of her neck. “Perhaps I need privacy?”

She snorts and unbuttons my pants, easing them to the floor. “Perhaps you should just fuck my tits and hush.”

Her foul mouth has me rock hard in a matter of seconds—something that I never thought would happen in a clinic.

“See,” she taunts, noting the bulge inside my boxers, “he needed me.”

She lowers to her knees, taking my boxers with her. My head falls back with a groan. “You’re gonna get us thrown out of here.”

Her warm hands come together around my cock. “Grab the lube, Dr. Potter. Let me show you how this is done.”

I’m so horny I can’t even argue with her. Reaching behind me to one of the many bottles of lubricant, I squirt some on my cock and her hands.

“Now my tits, don’t be shy, Husband. This isn’t the first time you’ve lubed me up.”

I’m going to come before she even applies friction. “Keys…” Her name comes out of my mouth more like a garble than a plea.

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