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“I’d like you to do that someday, sure. But try again.”
Her hips rotate as she greedily searches for my touch. “Bane of my existence.”
My hand drifts farther away, and her breathing grows erratic, knowing she’s more distant from the pleasure she craves. I pepper a soft kiss on her shoulder, my body humming at the feel of her delicate skin. “Try again,” my voice commands.
I circle my touch to the top of her mound and wait for the green light to take her how I want to. But fuck. I love making her work for it.
“August fucking Graves!” she spits out, and the moment my first name leaves her lips, I plunge two fingers deep inside of her.
“Oh my godddd,” Tenley cries. “Yessss.” Her voice is strained and fighting for the ride of her life.
“That’s it, Mama. Ride my fingers. You’re soaked for me.”
She rocks her hips and takes what she needs. “Fuck…you…”
Guess we’ll wait and come together then.
“Gladly. Never thought you’d ask,” I murmur, growing impatient and pulling my fingers free. My cock is beyond swollen after rubbing against her all this time. I can’t wait any longer. “Hold tight to that wall, Tenley. I’m not stopping until we come together. You hear me?”
Her needy whine is all I hear before thrusting inside of her.
Finally taking what I want.
9
TENLEY
One Month Later
“Right this way, Ms. Abrams. Dr. Travis will be right in.”
“Thank you,” I tell the nurse, Macie.
The day has finally come. Insemination day. I feel prepared both mentally and physically, having done everything possible to make sure this works.
God, I hope it works.
To know I’m one small procedure away from being a mother is a peculiar feeling. Despite feeling overwhelmed with excitement, you’d think these patient care rooms would be a bit more…welcoming. Not just as sterile as my primary care office.
The cream-colored walls are bordered with a wallpaper displaying vines and flowers. While photos of babies’ faces adorn the main walls. I’m sure this fertility clinic has seen countless miracle babies happen, along with countless tragedies as well.
Must be both a rewarding and challenging job.
The heavy door connecting to my room opens, revealing Dr. Travis in all his glory. “Good to see you, Tenley. How are you today?”
“Doing good. Nervous. Excited. All of it, really,” I chuckle, basking in my nerves.
He nods before writing down some notes on a clipboard.
Why isn’t he smiling? Shouldn’t this be a happy moment? Or maybe I’m just overthinking things, but for some reason, the vibes aren’t vibing.
In fact, Macie is looking oddly uncomfortable, twirling the bracelet at her wrist beside Dr. Travis.
“Is…everything okay?” I stammer, unable to wait any longer for someone to speak.
Dr. Travis lifts his head, meeting me with a kind smile. “Well, yes and no. Do you want the good news first or the bad news?”
Bad news?Why would there be bad news?
