Forbidden Dance: Will She Forgo Her Marriage for a Lifetime of Happiness? by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku Page A

trying for a baby, and tried to break free from his grasp.
    “We’re singing from the same hymn book, Alero. It’s not going to happen again. You didn’t answer my question. Should I get ready to be a father? Nothing will delight me more, babe.”
    “I haven’t taken my pill since you hopped back into my bed.”
    He hooted so loud, she covered her ears with a pillow. Laughter bubbled inside her and she joined his merry party.
    When they quietened down, her reasonable side carried on. “What do you intend to do with yourself Kyle? Are you going let Dickson take over your LA business?”
    Her husband paused. “I’ve given it a lot of thought. I’m going to open a state-of-the-art studio in Chelsea. I’m no longer going to work with the models one-on-one.”
    She nestled closer to his side. The remark warmed her heart. Since he had a weakness for dating the models he worked with, he had taken the sensible option to work behind the scene. His decision suited her perfectly.
    “I appreciate your bending over backwards for our marriage to get back on track. Thank you. There’s one more thing. Not one, two.”
    Kyle recoiled and she leaned closer.
    They both chuckled.
    “What are the two things, babe? You’re wearing my newly acquired patience thin.”
    “I want your baby, Kyle. We’re not a family yet. I’m willing to give us a few months to settle in to our new life. What do you think?” She winked at him. This sweet warm feeling gushing from the root of her hair to her toenails must be the true definition of happiness.
    “Sly woman. You said you stopped taking the pill already. I want you to have my baby more than anything in the world.” He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her lips. “If you think waiting for a couple of months is a good idea, I agree. What was the last thing?”
    She sighed. “I want to invite Dede to visit us. I miss my brothers so much.” Dede was her youngest brother. At twenty, he was in his third year studying law at the University of Benin, Nigeria. He lived at home with her parents. While Temi and Jolomi worked as Engineers with Shell. It would be more difficult to pull them out to Europe.
    “Dede would be thrilled to come to England when he’s on holiday,” she added.
    Kyle saluted her. “Done. We can arrange that. Is that all?” He sounded so patient, she worried he was sick.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, putting a hand to his temple.
    He laughed. “You didn’t know I had bags of patience in my body?”
    She kissed his biceps. “You’re damn right. I should have left you years ago.”
    Kyle squeezed her hands. “Don’t repeat that statement again, babe. The only person who knew you left were my parents and Dickson. We need to keep it that way. Not even our children need to know how dirty our linens were before they were born.”
    Love bloomed in her heart. She laced her arms round her husband’s neck. “I get the drill, Kyle. Can we stay in Casablanca for another six months before we return to London? Can you survive six months without working?”
    Kyle positioned her honey pot over his crotch. Her centre throbbed, and she licked her lips.
    “I’ll be working with my wife, handling the marketing, advertisement and corporate social responsibility side of things. Don’t forget, I’m also responsible for dusting your honey pot.”
    Her honey pot muscles clenched and unclenched over his erection. And the tip of his tongue flipped around one nipple.
    She inhaled sharply. “I like the sound of you working for me.” Waves of hot fluid gushed round her pot, and her flesh tingled with sweet wine. Alero moaned and moved her hips wildly to cope with her husband’s sharp thrusts. 
    He bit her nipple softly.
    She gulped in air.
    “You seem not to understand my spoken words, babe. I said, work with, and not, work for .”
    Alero grabbed his shoulders and moved her hips up, down and around his crotch in slow and fast motion, while her muscles tightened and released his