Chapter 902 Come On, Give It a Try
"Of course, it's not enough," Brady said, gently stroking her soft earlobe with his fingers.
He leaned down and lightly nibbled on the tip of her ear, teasing her on purpose.
Violet shivered from the bite, and a beautiful blush spread across her face like the morning dawn.
Brady loved seeing Violet's shy and emotional expression. It gave him a great sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.
But Violet couldn't handle another round. She hurriedly tried to push him away, half complaining and half playfully saying, "Honey, why are you so insatiable? Wasn't last night enough?"
"It just means I've got great stamina. Shouldn't you feel lucky?" Brady chuckled softly, his voice as warm and inviting as the bright sunshine outside.
Who would want this kind of luck?
It left her feeling utterly exhausted, like she'd been run over by a truck.
But men? They never seemed to feel that way, always looking refreshed. So, no, she didn't want this kind of luck.
"I don't want it. I can't keep up with you. I don't have your stamina," Violet retorted, deliberately mocking him.
Brady enjoyed her defiance. He kissed her smooth forehead, then swiftly pulled her out of the covers and onto his lap, making her sit on him.
It was the first time Violet had ever sat on him like this. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red. She quickly tried to get off him.
Brady held her firmly and said, "You could try being on top."
The thought of such a shameful position made Violet's face burn even more. She quickly refused, "No way."
"When a woman says no, she usually means yes. Come on, give it a try..." Brady said, starting to act on his words.
But just as he began to untie her pajama pants, Henry burst into the room, having escaped Hellen's grasp, holding a freshly toasted piece of bread.
Just like yesterday afternoon, he suddenly opened the bedroom door.
Last night, they had been so lost in each other in the bathroom that they forgot to close the door when they moved to the bed.
Henry barged in with the toast in hand.
Seeing Violet sitting on Brady, Henry looked completely puzzled.
He scratched his head and asked, "Mom, why are you sitting on Dad? Are you getting back at him for sitting on you yesterday?"
Violet quickly got off Brady and climbed out of bed, trying to act calm. "No, sweetie, Mom and Dad were just playing a game!"
"Henry, why did you come up here?"
Henry didn't doubt Violet's explanation.
After all, a child's world was simple, and they believed what adults told them.
He quickly handed the toast to Violet. "Mom, the chef made this for breakfast. It's for you."
Violet was touched by Henry's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Henry. I'll make sure to eat it all."
Henry nodded. "Okay."
Behind them, Brady got out of bed and walked over slowly. "Henry, do I get any toast?"
Henry glanced at Brady and said, "Yesterday, you almost squished Mom. I'm not giving you any."
Brady was helpless. So much for his concern for Henry!
"Henry, are you sure you won't give me any?"
Henry blinked and pretended to think. "Only if you promise not to squish Mom anymore, okay?"
Brady couldn't help but laugh at his son's innocent demand. "Alright, I promise not to squish Mom. From now on, I'll let Mom squish Dad. Deal?"
Henry thought about it and agreed.
After all, he had to ensure Mom's safety!
Violet couldn't listen to this any longer. She stepped on Brady's foot.
How could he say such things in front of Henry?
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