The Cubicle (GxG)

Temptation

Robyn's POV

"Law Rou Bing," I cringed when I heard my cutie call me out like that. It was high chance that I got trouble again.

"Geez! Ab. You sound like my English teacher." I said when I rushed into our bedroom after a rush.

Her face was now exactly like her mum's poker face as she was pointing in the bathroom and I immediately get what she meant.

She always gets irritated with the hair in the floor crating cover. Well, she is always at the right timing. I always cleared the floor crating cover after my shower, but whenever she spotted that either I was in the hurry to switch off something or do something before I cleared it.

Unfortunately, I had almost forgotten that I was cooking porridge for us tonight.

"Come on, Ab. I was in a hurry to turn off the gas for cooking our porridge." I said slightly in annoyance.

"Thank God you didn't burn down the kitchen," Abigail said in a monotone.

"Seriously, Ab."

"You have to be careful whenever you're doing anything, Ro."

I hate she was so fucking right and so fucking make sense. But, my pride was so fucking expensive too.

I huffed as I walked past her and cleared the floor grating as I mocked, "Said the person 'Oh, your hair is sexy. I wish your hair can be fucked too,'" I threw it into the bin, wash my hands as my cutie stood aside the doorstep of the bathroom remained her poker face. I ignored her and walked past her.

I wiggled my back frustratedly against the couch of our living room as I let Sweetheart crawl on my arms. "Hey there, mummy gonna sleep in here, wanna join me?"

She barked excitedly as I said "Sweet baby. I pecked her head. Let's watch Gidget, okay." she barked again as I switched on the TV.

"No, Sammy. It's not in folder two, it's in folder 13." my cutie was speaking with her earphone as she walked to the living room left her white button-down shirt parted freely exposing her milk skin tone and her abs. She sat at the small table and continue to say, "No, the percentage is wrong." she stood up and walked, and disappeared into the dry yard.

I continued to glimpse the cartoon on the tv which I actually already watched to pass my time and entertain me.

"The file cannot load?" I gulped when I saw my cutie with only her white undergarments and sat on the stool of the island of the kitchen.

No, never fall in her trapped. That was her trick to temp me.

"Wait, I'll go to get the file." she stood up as she left the island, and disappeared into our room.

After a few minutes when my cutie appeared in the living room, her face was still poker face, but now she made my stupid body was so responsive. I felt my mouth was getting dry and in between my legs was screaming in hunger when my eyes were eating up her nearly naked body.

Abigail let her ginger hair down freely yet nicely reveal her bosoms, and only wear a pair white lacey panties. She bent down to take her phone from the coffee table as she turned and walked with her butt swayed left and right and disappeared into our room.

Fucked it!

"I'll be right back, Sweetheart." I gently placed her on the couch as I speedily walked into our room like a flash.

While I entered our room, I was being pushed against the door as my button down pajamas were ripped apart, buttons flew around, being pushed down and left my upper body exposed.

I shivered with my heated body under the cold temperatures room, but soon my cutie's heated skin pressed my body, and I was attacked by her fury and heated kiss as I synced in and sucked her face aggressively.

I wrapped my arms around her neck as my legs clumsily climb and locked on her waist with her help. We moaned in our mouth, battling our tongues, and my back hit on the mattress.

We fumble and explore our bodies intensely. We skin to skin, panting, grunting, and I letting her take the control before me.

Abigail rested on top of me, we panted and our skin coated in sweat after we came.

"I'm sorry," we said together and still panted.

I gently caressed Abigail's head and said, "You were right. I'm just like to do anything and want it fast to be done. But, I'm careless."

Abigail shook her head, "I hate that I can't control myself whenever I see the floor crating cover. I always want it to be clear. I didn't mean your hair is disgusting in there."

"I know," I reassured and patted her hair and I added, "I just hate your timing is damn right whenever I haven't cleared the grating yet."

"Maybe we're too connected," Abigail said as we chuckled.

"I suppose to cook your favorite chicken porridge. I expected it to be cooked before you come back from work and I also expect you'll feel happy to see it when you're home. But, it turns out you came back earlier than my expected time and my stupid hair in the bathroom made you upset."

Abigail lifted her head and said with guilt, "I'm so terrible to my tiny teddy bear." she pecked my lips and said, "I'm so so sorry."

Her stomach growled as I burst out laughing, "If you want to be forgiven, eat the porridge. It's still hot."

She grinned and said, "I can't wait to eat it." she turned and let her back laid on bed and asked, "Can we eat at here? I'm hungry and a little tired."

I gently patted her head, "Of course, I'll bring our baby girl with me here."

Abigail grinned with nodded her head. "Sure, happy family time for us."

I gently pecked her lips and mumbled, "I'll be careful next time, Ab."

Abigail smiled as I went out and took the dinner for us.