Nia Mitchell tightly grasped the bedsheets on either side of her, eyes shut, refusing to look at anything.
Seeing Rabina like this, a smile played at the corners of Maxwell Peary's mouth.
He shook his head helplessly, but he didn't let her off the hook.
Bowing his head, he claimed her captivating, dream-inducing lips.
Sweet!
Indeed, this touch felt miraculous.
Nia could only passively endure his kisses, his fierce demands.
As their passion deepened, Maxwell's hand deftly opened the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving the condoms he'd bought at the Supermarket.
"Mmm…"
Suddenly, Nia made a sound, her feverish little hand resting on his arm, her eyes glazed.
"Stop it."
His voice was no better, slightly raspy, with an inexplicably seductive, hazy allure.
Nia shook her head, clenching her teeth, a little afraid to meet his gaze.
"Didn't we say we wanted a child?"
Her implication was clear: since they'd already decided to have a child, there was no need for a condom.
