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I couldn’t help it. “I have your water right here and its teeming with life,” leaning I squeeze my cock and rock in her direction.

“Tarek, I am being serious,” she pushes the brochures away.

“So am I. I can fertilize your lotus. I can spray it, slap it, hoe it, and dig it up. I can make your fucking garden bloom under my watch,” My cock was fucking hard because I’m talking about watering a garden, Penny’s Garden to be precise. Unbelievable.

“You are playing, and I am being serious. I want to have a child,” she begins to eat her food again.

“I am being serious about you using me,” I say. My brain screams in the background what the fuck am I talking about?

Penny shakes her head. “I don’t want to share a kid. He or she will be mine 100%.”

My eyebrows furrow. “Why? Can’t we share?” Why can’t we share what the hell has gotten into my head?

“No sharing. I want this kid for myself,” she replies, her eyes are filled with sadness. She looks away quickly.

“Fine, the kid is 100% yours.” My mind screams at me,What the fuck did you just say?

She drops the fork and twists her body to me. “Dr. ChuPing has an app. If I sign up, I get a kit which has a watch that measure your heart rate, body temp.”

Chuckling I show her my wrist. “My Apple watch does that too.”

With a light slap she hits my wrist. “I’m being serious. When the watch dings it means its time,”

“Time to fuck. I think I like this Dr. Chu Ping,” I reply. I take joy in watching her little chubby cheeks become pink.

“We don’t need to fuck. But I need cups of your cum, if we are going to do this.”

I throw back my head and laugh. “I am not giving you cups of my fucking cum.”

“I have to had sperm on hand. When the watch dings I have two hours to inseminate myself.” She says this with a serious face.

I exhale. “We are doing this the old-fashioned way. My cock is going to water your garden the old-time way. I will be available for every “ding”.

“Tarek,” Penny says as she hops off her chair and walks into the living room.

I drag my hands through my hair and follow her, sitting on the sofa next to her. “I am being serious. Let’s do this.”

She bites her nail. “You will have to get tested and?—”

“Whatever, send me the information and I will get it done. In fact…” I lean into her and her eyes soften. “I would love to enter your temple and water your fucking garden right now.” I wiggle my eyebrows, feeling ready for whatever was about to come at me.

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PENNY

“You’re a bad idea, Tarek Fairisles.” I nibble my thumbnail.

His finger slides the thin strap off my shoulder; he leans forward kisses my shoulder tenderly. “But you like bad ideas.”

I chuckle and reach for his hand playing his fingers. “This baby is going to be mine.”

“I will have my lawyers draw up a contract tomorrow,” he replies.

A baby. I was trying to have a baby with Tarek Fairisles playboy chef.

“Do you have any genetic faults that we should talk about?” I am trying to keep a level head while his hand is caressing my shoulder.

“Yes. I am insanely good looking. In fact, insanity may run in my family. However, I do believe that we should be okay.” His fingers reach for my other strap.

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