The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 529

One look at his dark, smoldering gaze and Vivica knew exactly what was running through his mind.

During the few days of their trip, even though they shared a bed every night and couldn't keep their hands off each other, Vivica remembered Harvey's medical advice. She had strictly refused to let him take her bare every single night.

Harvey had warned them that two or three times a week was the sweet spot. Too much or too little intimacy wouldn't help their chances of getting pregnant.

But for a man in his prime with an insatiable appetite, he practically wanted her three times a day. Being restricted to once every three days was pure, unadulterated torture for him.

Because of this, Vivica constantly caught him staring at her with the hungry, predatory eyes of a starving wolf. It always made her want to turn and bolt.

"What are you doing? Chaim is right there," Vivica whispered, lightly hitting his chest as she noticed the dangerous shift in his demeanor.

"It's fine. Chaim's family," Joseph replied, half-joking, half-deadly serious.

Then, turning to the little boy playing with his toys on the floor, he cleared his throat. "Chaim, turn around and focus on your toys. Don't look back until Daddy says so, got it?"

"Joseph!" Before he could even finish, Vivica delivered an embarrassed punch to his arm. What kind of father said things like that?

But Chaim was exceptionally obedient. He turned around, his crisp little voice ringing out. "Okay, Daddy!"

He paused, a mischievous lilt in his tone. "Are you gonna kiss Mommy again?"

"Chaim!" Vivica practically stamped her foot in mortification.

Joseph smirked, calling out to his son. "You can think it, buddy, but don't say it out loud. Your mom blushes easily."

Sure enough, Vivica had no idea why he had suddenly shifted positions. She merely assumed it was an involuntary movement fueled by raw, unbridled passion.

Mentally, she wanted to break the kiss and push out of his embrace. Physically, however, the choice was no longer hers.

Joseph held her so tightly it felt as if he was trying to fuse her into his very bones. His aggressive, demanding kiss felt like it was devouring her very soul.

A heavy, intoxicating numbness spread through her limbs, leaving her legs trembling and unable to support her weight. If he kept this up, they were never going to make it to Raymond's house for dinner.

Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Vivica forced her mind back to reality. She brought her hands up to cup his face, physically halting his advance. "That's... enough. I just did my makeup," she panted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and glassy with desire.

Even with his face locked between her hands, Joseph leaned in to steal two more quick, tantalizing pecks. "What should we do?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. "I don't think I want to go to the Smith family's for dinner anymore..."