Dex was sitting on the couch across from me and leaned forward, placing both of his hands on my knees. “I don’t want to risk losing you by having the test done.”

“Dex…I’m not sure I could function not knowing.”

“Eventually we’d move past it. If we made the decision never to find out, I think after some time, we’d be okay.”

“What if…we stayed together?”

“You mean if we wanted to have children someday?”

I nodded my head.

“We could agree to adopt. I’d be fine with that. There are plenty of children who need good homes.” I had looked away, and Dex squeezed my hand to get my attention back. “Look at how good we did adopting Bandit.”

I snorted. “I don’t think deciding not to have children naturally should be based on how things have gone with Bandit.”

He cupped my cheek. “Maybe not. But if the choice is possibly losing you or adopting instead of having a biological child, there is no choice.”

I looked into his eyes. “Wouldn’t you always wonder?”

“I’d get over it.”

“Dex…”

He leaned in and kissed my lips. “Think about it. Just think about it some more.”

“Okay. I will.”

We snuggled on the couch for a while and then I yawned. Traveling always knocked me out to begin with, plus I wasn’t sleeping well at night lately. My back was leaning against Dex’s front, and he brushed some hair off of my face after my yawn. “You’re tired. You should get some sleep.”

“I am tired. That glass of wine was like a sleeping pill on top of my already sleepy head. Plus, my neck hurts from stress and lying flat always helps that, too. I think it’s time for bed.”

“I’ll let you get some rest, then.”

I turned to face him with my brow furrowed. “You’re not staying over?”

“Do you want me to stay over?”

“Of course, I do.”

Dex let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. Because it’s been hell without you the last few nights.”

Inside my bedroom, I changed into my usual tank and boy shorts, and Dex stripped to his boxers. While he slipped under the covers, I sat on the edge of my bed and took out some moisturizer from my nightstand to rub into my arms. After rubbing the lotion into one arm, Dex sat up and took it from my hands. “Here, let me.”

The room was quiet, and the intimacy between us blossomed as he massaged the lotion into the skin on my arms. While I had just applied it enough to seep into my skin, Dex was giving me more of a massage. When his strong fingers worked their way up to my shoulder, I closed my eyes and let him rub away some of the stress.

“God, that feels so good.”

“You’re very tense, and your neck hurts. Why don’t I use the lotion and rub your shoulders for a bit.”

“I’d love that.”

Dex sat up with his back against my headboard and positioned me between his legs. He gently nudged my head forward to drop toward my chest and scooped my hair to one side. Then his hands disappeared for a moment, and seconds later a dollop of icy moisturizer hit my skin.

“That’s cold.”

“I could provide some warm cream if you prefer?” Dex’s tone was playful, but at the same time it was also husky, and I heard the need in his voice.

“You’re such a pig.”

He chuckled and he massaged my neck. “As long as I’m being a pig, I might as well admit that I have a recurring fantasy about rubbing a certain warm cream into this beautiful skin.”

His fingers worked on a knot at the apex of my shoulder where it met my neck. Loosening it, my head dropped down a little lower. “Oh yeah? And where exactly would you be rubbing this cream?”

Dex’s fingers slowed. “You really want me to tell you?”

“Of course.”

His fingers came to a complete stop, and his voice was low as he leaned forward to whisper. His warm breath tickled my neck. “Sometimes when I’m in the shower, I envision myself coming all over your tits and rubbing it in.”

When I didn’t immediately respond, Dex must have taken that as a sign that what he’d told me made me uncomfortable. Which it did, but not the kind of uncomfortable he was thinking. The discomfort was from the growing swell that ached between my legs.

“Should I have kept that to myself?” he asked.

I swallowed and whispered, “No. Actually. Tell me more.”

“You want to hear more about how I fantasize about you?”

“I do.”

Dex was quiet for a moment and then his fingers began to rub again. “I think of you lying on your back, your hands squeezing those beautiful tits together while I straddle your chest and slip my cock between them.”

I wiggled between his legs and felt his hard-on up against my ass. “You want to know what I think about when I fantasize about you?”

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