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“Kind of.” I sighed. “Let’s have it again. Kids?”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t think of the answer.” I goaded him.
“Are you pregnant?”
“Maybe?”
“Don’t play with me, woman.” Storm quirked a brow.
“No.” I hung my head.
“Oh—well, my answer hasn’t changed.” Storm replied.
“Do you know when you’ll be ready?”
He smiled, his beautiful lips curling up at the corner.
Storm pressed a large palm to my ass and pressed. I was now intimately against him.
Licking my lips, I locked my eyes with his.
“We can start right now.” Storm kissed my neck.
“We’re not home.” I sighed even as I allowed my head to fall back, giving his lips and tongue access to my throat. “We have to behave.”
“Sweetheart, I can be very discreet.” He nibbled on my pulse. “You’re the screamer.”
Catching myself, I smacked his shoulder.
Storm laughed.
“Seriously.” He exhaled.
“Yes. I know I’m a little older than when most women would think of having children, and I’d given up on that—but I want to have your children.”
Storm smiled. “I tell you what—when we get home, we’ll visit a doctor and make sure my soldiers are strong enough and your body is ready. Once we have the go ahead, we’ll start preparing.”
My cheeks flushed but the happiness his words caused me to wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders.
“Storm?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Would you mind if we practiced until then?”
He laughed, tapping my ass playfully.
“Why don’t I take you to the bedroom and I show you how much I mind?”
My nipples hardened and poked at the material of my top. I wrapped the blanket around me to hide them as he helped me to my feet and took my hand.
Thankfully, the house was silent except for the sound of a television coming from Lena’s room. I assumed Bishop was still there.
Allowing Storm to lead me to the guestroom we were using, I locked the door behind us and took his body hard and rough against it. It was almost as if I didn’t know when we’d both gotten naked.
And honestly, I didn’t care.