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It shouldn’t matter to him that they would be on the same page about this. But it did. Very much so.

“Yes. I want children. More than one, too. But not by accident. In fact, I already had my eggs frozen.”

Gideon was astounded.

“Why?”

“I like to keep my options open. Freezing my eggs gave me another five years on my biological clock. Then I’ll buy sperm and have my kids.”

She was so matter of fact about it.

“But what about a father?” he asked. “Do you want your children to grow up without a father?”

“My sister did ‘everything right’,” Tamar made air quotes with her fingers. “Fell in love with a gorgeous man, got married in an expensive venue, got pregnant with his child. He left her after one year of marriage, emptied the bank account, and never visits the child or pays child support.”

“Not all men are like that.”

“I guess not. I’m already thirty-three, and I haven’t even started, so I’ll need to soon, right? I think I’m wasting my time with you.”

Whatever this was, it wasn’t a waste of time. Not for him.

“Come on then, my turn, finish your wine and let’s go to the bedroom before you run out to look for a father for your children. Practice with me first.” That got him a smile. Good.

“Remember, you have to do everything I say, like Waze. We finally get naked tonight, both of us.”

“Shit,” Tamar said, and he laughed.

26. Tamar

What she must have meant when she suggested their deal was for herself to have one hundred percent of the turns. And now she was nervous because it was his night to wish for anything, and he wished to see her body. His Henley and jeans sat comfortably on his perfectly proportioned body. He was beautiful naked. She wasn’t. She had a tummy and hips, and large, sagging boobs. In half light, half dressed, that was how she preferred.

That nervousness prompted her to divulge her ‘frozen eggs’ plan, one that she hadn’t even confided to her family. At twenty-nine, she had been tested for the BRCA gene, the gene that increased the probability of having breast and ovarian cancers. It was negative. Once she’d found out she wouldn’t give bad genes to her children, she decided on having them.

She followed Gideon to his gorgeous bedroom. High ceilinged, modern décor, with the same stylized wide windows. His bed was as large as her entire bedroom. She wondered whether he changed the sheets. There was a full-length mirror that was positioned to the back and a bit to the side of the bed. It looked a little out of place.

“Nice bed.”

“Thanks. I changed the sheets.”

She met the hazel eyes. He got her. How luxurious, and certainly unprecedented, to have a man that anticipated and catered to her needs. He took off his Henley and hung it neatly on a standing black metal cloth tree that was shaped like a shirt hanger.

She waited for his instructions. Gideon placed two warm palms on her shoulders and rotated her gently so she was facing him.

“First things first,” he whispered and loosened her ponytail. He had an innate self-confidence about him. This assurance seemed to grow when he touched her. He fanned his fingers through her hair. His thumb brushed along her cheek, down to her shoulders. She closed her eyes, and he bent, his soft lips kissing her neck. Then he glued his nose and inhaled.

“We’re going to get naked tonight. Both of us,” he said in her ear, in that sexy commanding voice. He hugged her, and she sniffed his warm skin and nuzzled against his soft chest hair. If she tilted her head upwards, just a little, her nose was just the perfect height to fit in the cavity beneath his throat. Lovely.

“Okay.” Her voice sounded harsh after his whisper. And nervous.

“Tamar...” His deep voice caressed her name. “You’re so sexy and juicy and desirable. And you let people like Nir, or like your sister, with her perfectionist notions from the fashion world, get into your head and convince you that you’re not pretty. It’s my turn and I want to see you naked. Us. Doing stuff. In front of the mirror. That’s my fantasy. For real. Are you okay with that?”

She believed him last time and got hurt. A slight tugging of her hair instructed her to lift her face and give him her lips. She lost herself in the kiss, clinging, hugging him back, breathing him in. She wanted to believe him again, so badly, so she nodded and let him free her shirt from the skirt.

He tried opening the tiny buttons, his frustration amusing.

“These sorts of buttons never open. I need to take it off over my head.”

“Right. Lift your arms like a good girl.” She had committed, there was no use hesitating now. She raised her arms and let him peel off her blouse.

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