My Arranged Marriage

Chapter 12

From Zachary's Point of View

I kiss Clark. He's on a business call from home.He brushes my hair back, "don't interrupt me, babe."I rub his cheek, "come on."He clears his throat and I know he's serious. I leave the room and finish up the trim on the last room I'm painting.I slowly open the only door that's remained shut all this time. I slowly open it.I've never been in here. With a little investigation I realize this must be Jonah's room.I stand there a bit awkward but curious. Jonah must have been into anime and stuff.I move over to the bed, it's dusty and untouched. On it, is a folded hoodie and a broken phone.Clark clears his throat behind me, "that's his hoodie from school."I move away from the bed, "I am sorry Clark. I didn't mean to be nosey."He moves up behind me and wraps his arms around me, "I am not angry at you for being curious. I should clear this out."I lean back into him, "I don't want you to do that. I think that you should wait until you are ready Clark."He kisses my neck slowly, "well you want to adopt a kid, yeah?"I turn in his arms slowly, "I do but I understand if you don't Clark. I mean I am sure it'd be hard."He leans down and kisses me slowly, "I am ready Zachary. They won't replace Jonah. That isn't how children are supposed to work. They are meant to be loved regardless of what past you have."I lean up and kiss his cheek, "are you sure Clark?"He runs his fingers through my hair, "yes babe."As a few weeks pass, Clark and I work the paperwork and get on the waiting list to meet the children. But we have kept it a secret that we are looking to adopt for right now. Not because we don't trust and love our friends but because we don't know how long it will take for the process to get going.We played around with the idea of getting an older child, but we decided that 4 or 5 was probably for the best. Their personality will be developed but they will be young enough to still bond with us.We have set up a room for the child but haven't decorated yet. Clark wants a little girl, but I want a little boy.We are having lunch at Clark's work, a habit we have picked up. We do this at least once a week if not every day.I move to the window. Clark moves up behind me and rests a hand on my lower back.I look up at him, smiling, "you're so handsome."He leans down and kisses me. He moves me up against the floor to ceiling window and kisses me more.I move my hand up to his cheek, "Clark?"His eyes meet mine, "yes baby?"I whine very softly, "why are you getting me all bothered?"He slowly unbuckles his belt, "I want you."It's a fantasy that he hasn't given up on. I turn around and push down the back of my pants.He kisses the back of my neck and slowly gets his cock out. He slips inside me.I bite my lip. His thrusts come quick and fast. I lean my head back a little, liking the way my breath clouds the window a little. I even like the way his belt is rattling in the silence of the office.He kisses along the back of my neck, "it doesn't hurt, does it?"I lick my lips, "just a little daddy."He presses me against the window and thrusts slower, "do you need me to stop?"I exhale slowly, "no, I like it Clark."We finish against the window, hot and messy. He stroked me fast and made me shoot cum on the window.I huff, "Clark, everyone is going to know what that is."He pants softly and pulls out of me, fixing his pants, "no they won't."He gets a tissue from a box on his desk and wipes it off the best he can. He looks at me, smiling.I brush my hair back, still embarrassed, "do you feel better, handsome?"He bites his lip, "yes."He kneels down and gathers a stray tissue from the floor. I playfully grab ahold of his hair. He looks up at me, questioningly.I hold his hair and pretend to thrust into his mouth.The door opens and then closes quickly, "sorry."I laugh a little and help Clark up, "we probably ran over. That was Steff."Clark leans down, "we will finish that later."He kisses me hard. I head home, thinking about what Clark said about finishing later.I brush the tip of my finger over my lip, absentmindedly while I work on dinner.He makes me such a mess. I smile when the door opens, and he comes into the kitchen. He leans over and kisses my cheek.Steff comes in after a bit. I set the table. Steff is a little flustered, but I think that is more related to her recent relationship with Ella rather than seeing Clark and I being intimate.I look at Steff, "is Ella joining us?"She smiles a little, "yeah, if that is okay."I nod, "dinner will be ready soon. We can wait for her though."We settle at the table when Ella gets here.I thought it would make me uncomfortable to have her around, but she is pretty cool. And Clark isn't interested in her at all.Since the day we got together his eyes have been on me and me alone, which I feel guilty for sometimes because for a while on instagram I was looking at other guys.Ella kisses Steff on the cheek, "how was your day?"Steff smiles up at Ella, "really good. How about yours?"There's small talk around the table and I keep meeting Clark's eyes. I quickly look away every time because I am anticipating the playful talk we'll have later.Clark grabs my hand and kisses it when he's finished eating, "would you like help cleaning up from dinner my love?"I smile at him, "if you want Clark. It's not a big deal if you don't want to though."He gets up and helps me gather the dishes. When we get to the sink, he leans over and kisses me slowly.I slip my fingers into his hair, "I love you, Clark."He smiles and starts to wash the dishes, "I love you."