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“Do you want a sandwich?” he asks.
Okay, this is getting more and more bizarre. Even more so when I tell him, “Yes, please, that would be lovely.”
Gabriel leaves, and I set about drawing his sample back into the syringe.
CHAPTER 25
GABRIEL
Iturn around and walk away from Leah. Not wanting to scrutinise what she’s about to do with my cum. My hands ached with the need to touch her as I handed it over. This isn’t my first choice in conceiving a child, but then again, I’m her boss and colleague. She’s already taking up too much brain matter. I can only imagine what it would do to my brain and body if it knew how it felt to have her in my arms, to deposit my cum deep within her warm, tight pussy. I bite back a groan and move further along the corridor. At this rate, I’ll be relieving myself again before we head back to the office, or taking an ice-cold shower.
A scream has me turn on my heels and slam into Leah’s bedroom. Leah is sat on the end of the bed, staring in shock at the mess dripping down her hands and face.
The syringe is in two parts, the end unmistakably having exited the casing as she drew my sperm into it. The resultant lack of suction has shot the sperm everywhere.
Her wide eyes meet mine. “I don’t know what?—”
I don’t wait to hear the rest of her sentence. Instead, I make my way into her bathroom and grab a facecloth from the side, wet it and return to her.
I kneel on the ground, disengaging her fingers from the broken plunger before throwing it into the empty box. I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, resisting the urge to laugh, as I notice my cum running in thick strands down her face. Instead, I take her hands in mine, wiping them down, removing the sticky residue before drying them off with the towel. Only when I look up, do I find Leah staring at me.
“Drat,” she says, giving me a weak smile. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“The pamphlet stated this was a reasonably clean procedure. Minimal mess. I think those were the words they used.”
I watch as her lips twitch. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Ouch,” she says, obviously rubbing some liquid into her eye. Her tongue darts out. My stomach cramps as I realise she’s just licked my cum from her full lips. When she doesn’t grimace, a hit of arousal shoots south.
I shuffle backwards as Leah gets up. She’s changed out of her suit and into a long t-shirt, her bare legs exposed. I divert my gaze as she walks past, ignoring the possibility she has no underwear beneath it.
“Well, that’s today a no-go,” she says. “At least it’s supposed to be great for one’s complexion.”
Taking the facecloth from my hands, she wipes her face on the towel and moves to the bathroom.
The videos I’ve watched suggest multiple attempts at insemination during ovulation. When we decided this, I took it upon myself to find out what it entailed.
“Looks that way,” I say, dragging my eyes away from her body.
Leah sighs as she returns, plopping herself down on the bed and staring at the kit lying in pieces.
“I’m not sure what happened. It was really stiff, and then the plunger pinged out of the end and, well, you saw the result.”
My eyes follow hers. “Is it worth calling them?” I ask, needing to do something to distract myself.
Leah nods before getting up and heading out of the room, leaving me alone on the floor.
I grab the box and take it with me. I find her in the main living area, her phone already to her ear.
“That’s right,” she says. “Uh huh, yes...” There’s a long pause while she listens to the person on the other end of the phone. Her expression drops, and she pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. Whatever they are telling her is not what she wants to hear. “What’s next?” she asks, sighing. “It is a problem, as I’m ovulating now.” Her tone hardens.
I freeze.
She sinks down onto the sofa, her shoulders sagging. I move to sit near her, and she looks up in shock. Did she not expect me to take an interest?
It’s a few more minutes before Leah ends the call. She drops back onto the sofa, her hands covering her face, before letting out a frustrated yell.
“They sent me a faulty batch,” she mumbles through her fingers. “They’ll send me out another set of kits and a spare, but it won’t be with us until Wednesday.”
