After lunch, Alisha had the habit of taking a nap. Unlike Anderson, who was full of energy, she would start dozing off after lunch.
Luther carried Alisha to the room. Before he could lay her down, Alisha had already nestled into his arms and fallen asleep, her tiny, tender hands firmly grasping his collar. So much so that when he tried to lay her down, she refused to let go.
Joyce followed at Luther's side and gently touched Alisha's cheek, "Alisha still lacks a sense of security. Look at how she's holding on to you so tightly."
Luther smiled softly, "It was the same before. It might take a long time for her to gradually get better."
"I'm so happy to have her like this now. I will put a lot of effort into her." Joyce took Alisha from Luther's hands.
Perhaps feeling a new warmth, Alisha finally let go and turned to embrace Joyce.
"She looks so obedient when she's asleep," Joyce exuded a maternal tenderness, "Her little eye sockets really resemble yours."
"How can you carry a child with your big belly? Quickly put her down," Luther protested unhappily, "You're too careless, always forgetting that you're not just one person but three."
"I know, stop nagging," Joyce showed her dissatisfaction and reluctantly laid Alisha on the bed. Then she lay down next to Alisha, hugging her from behind.
"My mom said Alisha likes to sleep with someone. I'll stay with her for a while," Joyce said.
Luther's face stiffened, and he sat down beside Joyce, slipping his hand into her clothes, exploring slowly, "You're staying with her to sleep? What about what you promised me?"
Initially not understanding his intentions, Joyce eventually realized as his actions became more and more bold, teasing her sensitive areas, causing her to shiver.
She suddenly reacted and glared at him, "Who said I promised you? What are you thinking about in broad daylight?"
Wide-eyed, Luther said, "We agreed, how can you break your promise? I'm really uncomfortable now. I've been thinking about it for a long time." He held her waist and whispered in her ear, "Come with me, let's go to the next room."
Looking around, blushing, Joyce said, "There are so many people in the house. If I go to a room alone with you, others might not know what we're doing."
"So what if they know?" Luther didn't understand, "Normal behavior between husband and wife. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to," Joyce turned away, refusing, "You're not careful. You've been seen by Anderson several times before. Do you think he really doesn't understand? Endure it."
Luther's face fell, "I can't bear it."
Suddenly, he pinned Joyce down, "If you won't, we can do it here. Alisha is asleep anyway."
With that, he had already unbuttoned her top, his eyes widening, his breathing becoming rapid.
"Hey, stop!" Joyce was shocked, he actually disregarded the situation to this extent, "What if Alisha wakes up? It's all because of your recklessness. Ah!"
Before she could finish, she had wide open eyes. This impatient man was simply too much!
Luther's instincts had long replaced his reason. He paid no attention and acted directly.
"Go to the next room," Joyce could only compromise.
"It's too late..." Luther panted, then he lifted her off the bed until they both lay on the soft carpet. He lay down, embracing her, his words filled with ambiguity, "You promised, it's your turn."
Joyce blushed so much she could have boiled an egg.
Who promised him? Shameless man. Taking advantage.
With the arrow already on the string, she had no choice but to release it. She breathed gently, cooperating with him.
A slow and cautious, yet intense and passionate, encounter unfolded in the room.
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