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This was different. I didn’t know what it was. Just that it was more tender somehow. Almost as if he were worshiping my body, caressing every part of me and committing it to memory. I couldn’t tell you what changed. What shifted between us in this moment. But something did.

Because this was for him as much as it was for me this time.

He flicked his tongue against mine, tasting himself on me as he edged his half-hard cock against my entrance. Rubbing back and forth until my arousal was coating his tip and he was almost fully erect. Then he nudged forward, never breaking the kiss as he slowly rocked us both over that ledge again.

He didn’t stop, not when I felt his cum dripping down my thighs before seeping into the bedsheets. Not when my nerve endings were so overstimulated I had to cover my nipples. Not even when my body gave out and my consciousness was waning.

Truth was I couldn’t tell you when he finally dropped onto my chest and fell asleep on top of me. Only that, that was how I found him when my eyes fluttered open again the next morning. And the damp spot on the mattress reminded me of how epically we’d fucked up.

32

COHEN

Emily was pacing back and forth across her dorm room, her hair still tangled from where my hands had combed through it, her lips swollen and her voice hoarse. Every part of her was marked by some part of me. And she never looked more perfect. Or agitated.

I could hear the panic underlying her tone while her words filtered through my ears like white noise. I wasn’t listening. I was observing. Reading her reactions and seeing how much it matched or conflicted with her tone.

She thought it was a mistake. That much was obvious. She assumed we had both gotten carried away, and right now I had no plans of correcting her. I knew what I was doing. Her schedule wasn’t the only thing I had down to a science. I also kept track of Emily’s menstrual cycle. When she bled and when she ovulated. Nothing I did was ever unintentional. Even if my decision hadn’t been finalized until seconds before I was driving into her cunt again.

Sure, it would likely take more than this once and she’d be more wary of me fucking her bare. That just meant I had to play this smart. Keep her guessing and so sated she didn’t have time to question what I was doing.

No, kids had never been on my radar before. Something I wanted, let alone was trying to actively produce. But right now, it seemed like the best idea in the world. I wanted to see Emily’s abdomen stretching with my child, her breasts plump and weighted down with sweet milk. I wanted a piece of me inside her for how ever long I could keep it there. Then I wanted to repeat the process. Over and over again if I could manage.

I’d thought it through at length. Emily would make the perfect doctor’s wife, my wife. She was intelligent in the general sense, more than pretty enough, and pliable in a way that meant I could mold her into the sort of woman I wanted at my side indefinitely. I just needed her to see it too.

“Cohen, you’re not saying anything…” She stopped moving and the sudden shift caught my attention.

“I’ll… I’ll take care of it.” It wasn’t a lie. I would take care of everything. She only needed to sit back and let me.

“What does that mean?”

“What do you want it to mean, Emily?” I allowed her to maintain the position of power, keeping my ass firmly planted on the bed so that I had to peer up at her.

“I… I can’t have a baby. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Okay, so you want a pill? Plan B? I can grab you something from the hospital’s pharmacy. If you’re sure. Get you a script for birth control while I’m at it?”

“Yes, please. Let’s do that. Can you do that?”

I could tell she was still spiraling, her thoughts flying through her brain so quickly she couldn’t focus on me and how I was watching her.

“Of course, babe. Whatever you need to feel better.” I pulled her head down, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive posturing as I pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then I pushed up from the bed, shoving my feet into my shoes before shrugging on my jacket. “I’ll be back in about an hour. Stay here.” I paused with my palm wrapped around the handle. “And, Emily?”

She glanced up to meet my glare. “Yeah?”

“Don’t forget to eat your breakfast.” I jutted my chin towards the orange juice and pastries I left on her nightstand, then pushed through the door and clicked it closed behind me.

I watched Emily swallow down the “levonorgestrel” tab I’d switched out for folic acid. And kept my grin to myself.

Her eyes were watery and her hands shook as she twisted the hem of her shirt between her fingers. “So that’s it? That’s all I have to do and it’ll be okay?”

I reached out an arm and pulled her onto my lap, brushing her hair back from her neck and kissing her pulse point. Her heartbeat was erratic. She really didn’t want this. Which was fine. I wanted it enough for both of us. I felt her breathing normalize and her body relax as she melted into my touch.

“That’s it, babe. One tiny pill.”

“Are you sure?”

“The instructions are on the back of the box if you don’t trust me.”

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