Chapter 273 Occasional Intimacy Is Fine

Chapter 273 Occasional Intimacy Is Fine
Leila's POV

Adam stiffened at Theron's question. I stared at his lip more carefully, noticing what was unmistakably a bite mark on the inner portion.

My eyes widened in shock, my voice rising with disbelief. "Really? It was Sophia??? You two..."

I fixed Adam with a skeptical look, suspecting this might have been some alcohol-induced impulse. "So last night, you were drunk and—"

"What are you thinking? I'm not that kind of guy!" Adam snapped, his jaw clenching tight. He took a deep breath before explaining. "She had too much to drink and stumbled into me. Her face accidentally hit mine. It was just her teeth catching my lip. It was just an accident, got it?"

The defensive edge in his voice told me there was more to this story, but his glare warned me not to push further.

"Got it, got it!" I nodded quickly, trying to appear innocent. "You would never do that!"

Adam shot me one last warning look before turning abruptly and walking away, his rigid posture radiating embarrassment and anger.

Once he was safely out of earshot, I couldn't contain my amusement any longer. I grabbed Theron's arm, laughing. "I've never seen my brother so flustered before!"

Theron pulled me closer, his expression both indulgent and cautioning. "Keep laughing and he might come after you."

"No way!" I lifted my chin defiantly, still smiling.

We walked toward our car, my mind still processing this unexpected development. "But honestly, him and Sophia? Didn't see that coming." I shook my head in wonder. "I think they actually have a shot!"

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Several days later, I finally messaged Sophia. Since her hasty departure from the yacht, I'd been hesitant to pry, but curiosity got the better of me.

Sophia hesitated before sharing what had happened. According to her message, Adam had confronted her about "that kiss" and insisted she owed him. My eyes widened as I read further, hardly believing Adam had actually kissed Sophia.

I texted back immediately: [Adam's definitely different with you. Anyone else would've been shut down immediately. But he let you get close. That's huge for him. Most women can't even get near him.]

Sophia's response came quickly, her excitement evident even through text: [Laylie, I want to give this one more try.]

[Go for it! This time it'll work out!] I encouraged, genuinely hopeful for both of them.

Theron emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water still clinging to his shoulders. He noticed my gleeful expression as I clutched my phone.

"What's got you so happy?" he asked, running a hand through his damp hair.

I set my phone aside. "Just Sophia and my brother!" I exclaimed, sharing the latest development.

Theron shook his head, gently pinching my cheek as he sat beside me on the bed. "Why are you so invested in their business? You should focus on yourself. You're pregnant. Take it easy."

"No way!" I protested immediately. "I can still work while pregnant, just with a lighter schedule. I'd go crazy doing nothing. And I'm not meddling, I just want to see if my brother falls for Sophia..."

The thought of stoic, controlled Adam surrendering to romantic feelings was almost too intriguing to imagine.

Theron laughed, reading my thoughts. "You're just enjoying the show. Your brother might come after you if he finds out."

I nestled against him, resting my head on his shoulder. "He wouldn't dare. Besides, he's actually a lot like you. I can't imagine what he's like when he falls for someone. Just thinking about it is... interesting."

Theron moved to embrace me, but I quickly raised a hand in caution. "Hey, careful! Don't squish the baby!" Despite my warning, I happily rolled into his arms, settling against his chest.

"I won't," he promised, his hand coming to rest gently on my abdomen.

Suddenly, we both froze. Under his palm, a distinct fluttering movement rippled across my belly.

"That's the baby saying hi to Daddy," I explained softly, covering his hand with mine. "This little one doesn't move much. Only in the morning or evening can you feel anything."

Theron waited, his attention fully focused on my belly. After another small movement, he chuckled softly. "Seems like a lazy little one."

He pulled me closer into his embrace, his expression one of pure contentment.

His lips found mine, initially gentle but quickly intensifying with unmistakable desire. His mouth parted mine with firm pressure, his tongue exploring deeply. Our mingled breaths and the subtle sounds of our kiss filled the heated space between us.

I melted against him, my mind drifting as if suspended in warm water, clouded with desire. His hands had already slipped beneath my silk nightgown, his burning palms cupping my pregnancy-enhanced breasts, fingers gently kneading the soft flesh, fingertips carefully teasing the sensitive peaks.

"Mmm..." The electric sensation spread from my chest throughout my body, causing me to moan softly and shift restlessly in his arms.

Theron's eyes darkened instantly, becoming like deep blue-gray oceans filled with barely contained desire. He suddenly stopped, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling dramatically, arm muscles tensed as he visibly fought to control his impulses. He attempted to pull away, his body slightly retreating.

Just as he was about to create distance, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms encircling his neck, pulling him back to me so our bodies pressed together once more, allowing me to feel his hardness and heat against me.

I tilted my head back, my breathing uneven, my voice husky with a mixture of enticement and reassurance, whispering against his burning ear: "The risky period is over... the doctor said... occasional intimacy... is fine..."

My fingers trailed down his tense back, pressing lightly against his lower back, "You don't need to hold back... it's not good for you..."

Theron's body instantly tensed like iron, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply as he swallowed hard. He inhaled deeply, his breath burning against my skin, his voice rough with the last fragments of restraint: "Laylie... don't tempt me like this..."

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I showed him exactly what I wanted.

I leaned forward, capturing his lower lip between mine, my tongue gently teasing and sucking, while one hand boldly slipped beneath the waistband of his pajamas, directly grasping his hard, throbbing length.

I felt its impressive size, hardness and heat pulsing against my palm. Inexperienced yet determined, I stroked him several times, my fingers deliberately caressing the sensitive, swollen tip.

"God—!" Theron sharply inhaled, the last thread of his restraint finally snapping completely.