“So while I’m on my period, you want to schedule time to finger fuck me until I come?”
“Yes.”
A dry laugh falls from her lips as she blinks up at me. “I mean, why not just schedule that in anyway? You already have your workouts booked into your daily routine. Maybe we should add Octy’s daily orgasms in there too?”
“I’ll adjust accordingly. We haven’t done much manual stimulation, but I’m happy to. Perhaps during your bath, then before lunch and around dinner times?” I suggest.
“I honestly have no clue if you’re fucking with me right now,” she says, her lips pursed into a line.
“When was your last period, Doll?” I ask again.
“You really want to know?” she asks with a cringe.
“Yes.”
“Err, it was, I guess…I don’t know. A while ago. Stress makes them go haywire.”
“When was your last birth control injection?”
“How do you know I get the injection?” she questions, her brows drawing together.
“I saw the reminder in your calendar.”
A spark of anger burns, then fizzles just as quickly in her expression. “It’s kind of messed up that you went through my phone, but I don’t seem to be able to find enough anger to be mad at you,” she confesses.
“I didn’t go through your phone. I only looked at your calendar. But you’re welcome to look at anything on my cell. I have nothing to hide. My life is your life.”
“God, why are you so perfect?” she says breathily.
“I’ll book us an appointment with a doctor. They can advise us if we need to do anything to prepare to conceive.”
“I don’t need to see a doctor, Knight. We just have to keep fucking until it takes. I can’t believe I’ve agreed to try for a kid.”
“Practice does make perfect,” I agree, keeping her hips arched upward as I start to fuck her again.
SIXTEEN
OCTAVIA
Iwake up in the gym the next morning to the sound of the whirring of the treadmill. My body aches, and even without looking at the clock, I already know I’m awake way earlier than I need to be.
Groaning, I roll to my side and close my eyes, trying to fall back asleep, but no matter how tired I still feel, the urge to see Knight is greater than my urge to go back to sleep. Sighing, I blink my eyes open, scanning the room until I spot the treadmill and my bare-chested, sweat-soaked husband.
I agreed to try for a baby with him. Even thinking the words in my head makes me feel insane, but I still want it. In just over a week, Knight has made me want things I know I shouldn’t, and I don’t seem to be able to stop myself from falling deeper and deeper into this crazy, perfect world he’s created for us.
Each day starts with him carrying me into the gym with him so he doesn’t have to be away from me. He feeds me, bathes me, fucks me, and he makes me feel seen in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I want this. I want him, and our marriage, and the baby that it’s far too early to even be thinking about, but that I’m starting to long for. I want a family with him. I want everything he’spromised me, and why should I have to wait for it? Why, when he’s offering it to me, can’t I just have it all?
Unfurling myself from the blanket and comforter, I jump out of bed and rush over to him, needing to be close to him, to feel the connection we share and the peace he creates in me.
“Octavia?” he questions, hitting the stop button on the treadmill and stepping off the belt as I run across the room to him.
When I throw myself into his arms, he catches me with ease, lifting me off the floor while I scramble to get my arms and legs around him, needing to be as close as I can get.
“Inside me. I need you inside me,” I whine needily.
Not questioning it, he shoves his shorts and boxers down and pushes his dick into my body.
