Page 87 of More Than Words

“You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, squeezing his hand before standing and wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt.

“I already told you I was. If this is what you need to feel comfortable, I’ve got no problem with it. Other than the last few days.”

He was making a trip to the fertility clinic with me, getting a sperm sample tested to make sure we wouldn’t run into any issues later. It was my paranoia manifesting, but since he’d never fathered any children, and I’d been tested already, I wasn’t leaving things to chance and wasting more time if we needed to pursue other options.

“Think they’ll let you come in the room with me?” he asked, pressing his hand into the center of my back, and guiding me into the hallway, but keeping an otherwise respectful distance. Rumors had been rampant in the last month that we were fucking, and we were, but we didn’t need to broadcast it.

“I was told I could help as long as none of my fluids could potentially get mixed with yours.”

He leaned down, whispering in my ear as we waited for the elevator. “So I can play with your tits?”

“Such a romantic.”

“That wasn’t a no,” he chuckled, urging me forward as the elevator doors opened. It seemed everyone else had already left for lunch as we traveled down in an empty elevator car. “I’ve been such a good boy and kept my hands to myself for the last three days. All I want to do is play with your nipples.”

He’d been instructed to abstain from any kind of emissions for seventy-two hours before sample collection, and I was glad I’d spent most of the last three days in meetings with Sloane being briefed about my new position.

“I promise you can play with them all you want when we go home later.”

“You sure you can wait that long?” he teased, stepping behind me and playfully cupping me through my thin blouse.

“Stop. A few hours won’t kill you. It’s not like you’ll die since you haven’t come for a few days.”

“I’m so fuckin’ horny,” he whined, grinding into my ass and I couldn’t hold in the laughter any longer, giggling as we reached the ground floor.

He didn’t seem to think it was so funny, pouting on the short walk to our destination, even though he walked with me pressed against his side the entire time.

“Checking in for O’Neill,” I said after we stepped up to the reception desk.

“What’s your appointment for?”

“Relief,” Adrian sighed, but it turned into a grunt when I smacked him in the stomach.

“Sample collection.”

“Geez, babe. Save your hand strength. We’ll need it for a different kind of beating a few minutes from now.”

I rolled my eyes at his crass joke, but the receptionist bit her lip to hold in a laugh, her shoulders shaking.

“See. She thinks I’m funny,” he teased, his hand creeping down to grab a handful of my ass.

For someone who claimed he’d been celibate for months before we got together, he seemed a bit pent up after only three days of abstinence. But clearly, even though he was in a dry spell, he’d given his hand a regular workout.

“I’ll need to check both of your IDs if you’re going in together.” Thankfully, Adrian didn’t make any more inappropriate jokes while we waited for her to scan our licenses.

“It’ll be a few minutes. They’ll call you from that door,” she said, gesturing toward a door on the far side of the waiting room.

Adrian dutifully followed me, throwing his arm across the back of my chair after we settled into the tiny chairs.

“Think they’ll have some porn back there?”

Shaking my head, I squeezed his knee, not wanting the other people sitting near us to listen to my desperately horny sperm provider. “Shush.”

“I put your bullet vibrator in my bag when I left your place this morning,” he whispered, and my eyes widened. “It’s in my pocket.” He paused as his fingertips caressed my shoulder. “That’s not the only rocket in my pocket.”

I coughed, stifling my laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously smart, you mean.”

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