" She raised and smiled and said, "Thank you, mother," as Charlene sat the orange juice before them."Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes," Charlene...said walking from the room."You are just in time for breakfast, JJ," she said as she watched her mother leave the room. Eileen was in her white robe and when she was sure her mother was in the kitchen, pulled his hand, sliding it between the buttons holding the robe closed. JJ tensed, and looked at the door when he felt flesh; she was naked. She would not have stopped at a 'survivable fetus'. Rachel might have opened Pandora's baby box. Luckily, biological research was not a Smith Holdings focus so burying the research was a feasible solution, even if buying the researchers' silence would be expensive."What's your plan?" I asked."After our wedding, we sneak off to have some traditional baby-making sex and visit the clinic where they implant a fertilized egg in my womb. At the reception, we make the happy announcement." What do I. She felt his hands sliding down her back, to that tight little butt he loved so well, gripping a cheek in each hand, squeezing them, and pulling her into him further. She could feel the hardness of him growing against her belly. So long, so hard, throbbing against her. The wetness deep between her legs had started with the first touch, and was growing more with each and every one. He picked her up, and carried her to the couch. Then he stood her there, and slowly began to undress her, slowly,. “Yes, you did. You knew what you were doing. And now you wanna come? So easily?”“Robbie, please,” My voice was a pathetic whine. “Don’t-”“Don’t what, angel?”The word caught me off guard, made my heart skip a beat. There was something so exquisite about it, about the way he said it, the way it made me feel.“Don’t make me wait,” I gasped.“But you’ve made me wait.” His voice dipped into a growl. “Five goddamn weeks. When we could’ve been here the first night.”“I didn’t know, I didn’t-”“You fucking.