Just Kiss Me, and I'll Give It to You
At first, Alison still struggled.
Deep down, she was still angry with him.
After all, he lied to her.
However, she found no scent of other women's perfume on him.
His tongue parted her lips.
Soon, she lost herself under him, their low, ragged breathing filling her ears.
Suddenly remembering the two children, Alison came to her senses. "Let go—the kids are still here."
She turned to look—thank goodness, the two little ones were still asleep.
Jack turned his handsome face toward her.
"What? Are you telling me I have to give up sex just because they're here?" he asked, pouting.
Alison burst out laughing. "Did I say that?"
His hand stayed tight around her waist. "Then tell me, how many times have we done it since Lyla turned one month old?"
Alison's face flushed bright red.
Her lips parted, but she couldn't utter a syllable.
"Come on, let me count for you—three times in total," he said accusingly.
"Jack, the kids are still little. I have to take care of them."
"What about when the kids are asleep?" he countered.
Alison tried to pull away, but his hand on her waist kept her still.
"I'm tired," she said.
"Is that the only reason?" he asked.
"Um... I guess so," she replied.
"Fine, then you won't have to move. Pick any position you want. That should work, right?" he said.
"Jack, you—" She had just begun to speak when he rolled over, pinning her beneath him.
His thin lips pressed against hers, silencing her.
In the spacious room, faint light fell over them.
Alison narrowed her eyes slightly as the sensual atmosphere deepened around them.
The man controlled her senses and thoughts.
His low, husky, magnetic voice echoed in her ears. "Alison, you're mine…"
That night, they made love several times.
Just as Lyla had settled down, Tyler started fussing again.
At daybreak, Lyla woke up.
Alison yawned repeatedly. She was exhausted.
"Jack... Jack..." She turned to Jack. "Can you watch Lyla for me? I want to sleep."
Her eyelids drooped as she looked at the still-sleeping Jack.
Her fingertips gently brushed against his handsome, sculpted face.
Jack opened his eyes and looked at her with a hint of mischief. "Didn't I satisfy you last night?"
"Get lost."
He took her hand and kissed it gently. "Then tell me, what do you mean by teasing me like this? Aren't you the unsatisfied one?"
Alison punched him in the chest. "You're the insatiable one! I'm just tired."
"Huh, I get it. Sleep. I'll watch Lyla and make sure she doesn't cry until you wake up."
"Don't you have to go to work today?" Alison asked, exhausted.
"I'll go in a little later. It's fine."
"Jack, you're so sweet."
Those were her last words before she fell asleep.
When she woke, it was broad daylight.
Alison glanced at the clock on the wall.
Oh my God! She was shocked.
It was past ten o'clock.
She turned to look beside her, but Lyla and Tyler were gone.
"Lyla! Tyler!" She hurriedly threw on her robe and ran out.
Breathless, she reached the stairs and spotted the two little ones.
They were in their cribs in front of the living room sofa.
Jack held a bottle in each hand, feeding them.
"Don't give them formula. Once they get used to it, they won't drink breast milk anymore. Jack, can't you stop making things harder for me?"
Jack slowly looked up at Alison, who had rushed downstairs.
He furrowed his brow. "Slow down. No matter how fast you run, the formula's already been given."
Only then did Alison slow her pace, still fuming. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You handed Lyla over to me, so naturally I had to take care of Tyler, too," he said.
"I never told you to feed them formula!" Alison gritted her teeth and reached for the bottles.
But she couldn't pry them loose.
"I'm doing a pretty good job as a dad, aren't I?" he teased.
She looked at him, and her expression softened.
His blue stubble made him look more mature, steady, and manly.
Her heart skipped a beat at his steady, mature look.
"Give me the bottles," she said.
"No way," he said firmly.
"Kiss me," he said.
Alison gritted her teeth.
She sat beside him and planted a firm kiss on his cheek.
"Uh, not there—here," Jack said, leaning his face close to hers.
He tapped his thin lips, showing where she should kiss next.
"Will you give them to me once I kiss you?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, his expression unreadable.
She closed her eyes, steeled herself, and leaned in to kiss him.
Though she meant it as a quick peck, the kiss turned long and passionate.
It wasn't until a text notification sounded that Jack slowly pulled away.