One look at his dark, smoldering gaze and Vivica knew exactly what was running through his mind.
During the few days of their trip, even though they shared a bed every night and couldn't keep their hands off each other, Vivica remembered Harvey's medical advice. She had strictly refused to let him take her bare every single night.
Harvey had warned them that two or three times a week was the sweet spot. Too much or too little intimacy wouldn't help their chances of getting pregnant.
But for a man in his prime with an insatiable appetite, he practically wanted her three times a day. Being restricted to once every three days was pure, unadulterated torture for him.
Because of this, Vivica constantly caught him staring at her with the hungry, predatory eyes of a starving wolf. It always made her want to turn and bolt.
"What are you doing? Chaim is right there," Vivica whispered, lightly hitting his chest as she noticed the dangerous shift in his demeanor.
"It's fine. Chaim's family," Joseph replied, half-joking, half-deadly serious.
Then, turning to the little boy playing with his toys on the floor, he cleared his throat. "Chaim, turn around and focus on your toys. Don't look back until Daddy says so, got it?"
"Joseph!" Before he could even finish, Vivica delivered an embarrassed punch to his arm. What kind of father said things like that?
But Chaim was exceptionally obedient. He turned around, his crisp little voice ringing out. "Okay, Daddy!"
He paused, a mischievous lilt in his tone. "Are you gonna kiss Mommy again?"
"Chaim!" Vivica practically stamped her foot in mortification.
Joseph smirked, calling out to his son. "You can think it, buddy, but don't say it out loud. Your mom blushes easily."

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