Passion & Dilemma

43. Babies?

Sarthak's POV

"I am bored." Prerna whined for the fourth time this evening.

I rapidly typed on the keyboard and pressed enter before shutting the laptop down.

I looked up at her from the couch which I am thinking about naming bed because that's what it was to me. My bed, my couch, my table, my office.

"You cannot work." I said. "The doctor has asked you to rest."

And I made sure she took proper rest. She has been in this room for six hours now, reluctantly.

"But I'm fine now. My fever is gone."

"And what about swelling?" I asked and glanced at her slightly swollen feet.

A dirty picture of Prerna using those feet to do some filthy things to me emerged in my brain. I quickly controlled myself before I could turn hard.

My brain always had to be the wild and freaky at the wrong time and wrong place.

It was so inappropriate to think about my sexual fantasies while my wife was sick.

"It's less than before." She straightened her legs on the bed and wiggled her toes. "See."

I unwantedly glanced at her feet again and clenched my jaw before picking a cushion and placing it over me upper thighs, hiding my bulge.

Fuck.

"What do you want to do then?" I asked seeing her looking at me with slightly wide and hopeful eyes.

How can she be cutest and most dangerous person with that same face and small body.

"For this instance, I want to blast your head into pieces for caging me in this room."

See, how cute.

"Not happening." I shook my head and stopd up. "Anything else, madam?"

I walked toward her and stopped by the side of the bed.

"Anything except leaving this room." I added

Prerna eyes glinted with playfulness and she held the hem of my shirt and spoke in a quiet voice. "How about you do something to help me take my mind off this bored feeling?"

My left eyebrow twitched up in surprise at her sudden demand. "Like?"

The corner of her lips curled up in a subtle smirk before she stood on her knees on the bed, facing me.

She leaned closer and I stood unmoving in my place, observing her actions that ignited something wild in me.

She left my shirt and placed her palm flat on my midriff, rubbing her thumb on my clothed skin. "Please me, Sarthak."

The blood roared in my ears at her hushed, sensual demand.

It was very unexpected of her to demand pleasure so bluntly. It took me by surprise but if pleasure was what she wanted, then pleasure is what she will get.

I held her wrist and guided her palm to my mouth before slowly pecking her fingertips.

She shuddered lightly at the soft brush of my lips against her rough skin but held the eye contact, nonetheless.

"How?" I muttered, pecking her fingers again. "How will you like to be pleased, menace?"

Her breath hitched and her fingers flexed making me smile internally.

"Can you," her finger lowered to trace the line of my lower lip and I waited for her to guide me the way to her pleasure, "perform for me like you did for Sanskaar bhaiya?"