Complicated (Alex Gaskarth)

All I Wanted

The moment that Alex and Elizabeth conceived Naomi Belle.

 Just a few days in my dream job, and things are not off to a good start.

All thanks to my husband distracting me, of course.

On, not one, not two, but four accounts!

That is, first, his position: sitting across from me on the guest chair kicked back on three legs, while he supports his weight with one hand on the nearby wall.

Second, his outfit: blue ripped jeans and lilac T-shirt that complement his lightly tanned skin, remnants of our Italian getaway.

Third, his haircut: freshly cut short, yet styled brown locks that perfectly frame his head, that mesh in with his equally trimmed, yet full beard.

And fourth, his expression: absolute seduction concealed under a veil of as innocence.

A quadruple form of distraction, that has my insides absolutely yearning from him, because even after five months of being after each other, we still haven't managed to conceive.

A means of distraction, really, that has me doing something I'd never do, especially not so early in my training of a new job.

Yet, despite everything I've worked for: my work morals and my penchant for honesty, I'm doing it anyway, that is, coming up with a terrible excuse as to why I suddenly need to end the phone call with my boss regarding Sobeys work protocols 10 minutes in.

"Um, Sabrina, can we take a rain check on this call? A sudden emergency came up and it really, really, really, can't wait."

Maybe sensing the desperation in my voice, or just being polite, she, luckily, is understanding, what with the way she tells me to e-mail her my availabilities, so we can reschedule our appointment for later.

Which is extremely to my liking, because, in this moment, I can't be bothered to hear about formatting, translation software or deadlines.

No, because what is truly urgent in his moment is for Alex to quench this insatiable and continuous lust I have for him, a quest, that I initiate first, in the form of me removing my blouse and trousers, much to his amusement.

"Lying to your boss during working hours so we can have sex?" he smirks across from me, "What has gotten into you, Liz?"

"You "I state, as I now march in his direction, standing between his kicked back legs in nothing more than undergarments, "You've gotten into me."

"Have I?"

"You will be," I state, as I unclasp my bra and push down my panties, "In a few seconds."

"A few seconds, huh?" He smirks in challenge, but nonetheless unbuckles his belt, and pushes down his jeans and boxers in one go to the floor, before spreading his legs in invitation.

"So, since that's settled," I eagerly sit myself down in his lap, instantly feeling the warmth of our skin touching, then wrap my arms around his neck for stability, "how about you give me what I've always wanted?"

"And, what's that?"

"You in me. So, we can make a baby."

Taking a liking to my words, Alex secures his hold on my hip with one hand, while the other tightens against the wall, our titled position and his next words whispered in my ear, hope that this time will be the one.

"Can't deny my wife of what she wants, right?"