Page 96 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

“And I love him for it.” She kept grinning.

Her family was planning to visit them one day soon. But Maya fit in perfectly with his family, too. His father doted on her and Anika. His brothers adored them both. It couldn’t be any other way. Sweet and gentle with everyone, Maya was so easy to love. And Anika just happened to be the most adorable baby in the world, in his opinion.

Along with his father and his brothers, they expected quite a few more guests for dinner tonight. They’d come from the city for a visit and some would stay overnight in the portable shelters they were bringing with them.

A few months ago, Voran had officially acknowledged tomorrow’s date as the national day to celebrate all fathers. It happened with a significant push from the group of Earth women married to Voranian men.

Fathers in Voran had been largely responsible for raising Voranian children. Most did it on their own, humbly not expecting recognition. It never even occurred to Kear before that celebrating parenthood could be done on a national level.

Now, however, he was looking forward to getting together with his extended family. Still very much a loner outside of his work and family, Kear didn’t have many friends. But Maya insisted on inviting some of his colleagues and patients whose children he had helped to bring into the world.

In a couple of hours, it’d be busy here. The noise of music, conversations, and children’s laughter would break the usual lazy calm around the river. But for now, it was still just their little family here. And with the baby peacefully asleep, he had Maya all to himself.

“Come to me,” he murmured, sliding his wife onto his lap.

He’d learned many romantic phrases by now and had composed even more of them himself. But “come to me” was one of the most meaningful and the most underrated ones, in his opinion.

“Come to me, and I’ll make it all better.”

“Come to me, I’ll give you comfort.”

“Come to me, life is perfect when you’re near.”

“Come to me, I need you...”

He nuzzled her cheek, sliding his hand inside her top.

“Kear,” she gasped. “We’ll have guests coming soon.”

“Not for the next two hours, at least.” He kissed her lips, tugging on the bottom one with his teeth.

“Well. As you wish, Professor.” A teasing note rang in her voice. Her eyes were hooded in a seductive expression that sent a spear of heat through his groin.

He loved his wife deeply with all his heart. But her playful moods brought his love to all new heights.

She shifted in his lap to face him while straddling his thighs.

“I’ve been suffering from something I hope you can help me with, Professor Thormus.” She batted her eyelashes.

His heart thudded in anticipation as his cock sprang to attention.

“Symptoms?” His voice came out raspy from lust.

He withdrew his hands from her body and balled them into fists. She wished to play the role of his patient. And it wouldn’t do to fondle a patient, no matter how badly he wished to ravage this particular one.

“It aches. Right here.” She lifted her hips off his thighs and slid a hand under her shawl-skirt.

He followed her gesture with his eyes, swallowing hard.

“Also, my chest tingles. Right here.” She slid her other hand into the neckline of her top.

He could see through the fabric that she tugged at her nipple, making it pebble. Her other nipple hardened too, poking against the thin material of her top.

His mouth watered. He swallowed again, licking his lips. Her attention immediately snapped to his tongue. He knew she enjoyed it when he used it on her. He opened his mouth wider, curving his tongue to slide the tip over his teeth. She squirmed in his lap with a soft whimper.

“Sounds serious.” He’d tried to maintain a professional tone, but a growl slipped in, tickling his throat with vibration.

“It does?” She made big eyes in fake horror. “Can you help me, Professor?”

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