Chapter 87.2

"Coming right up, ma'am," he said with a crooked smile.

He took some ointment on the drawer. Margarette went to the long couch as she removed her top, minus the tube though. A full massage would be so great.

Xavier cleared his throat, totally turned on just by the sight of her mere back. "Where should I start?" he asked awkwardly.

"Duh, on my foot," she said with sarcasm.

"Yeah, right, on your back," he said. Again, he cleared his throat. His erection was becoming more and more visible and fortunately, she wasn't facing him. Otherwise, he would lose it.

He put some massage ointment on his hand before he applied it to her soft, white skin. He suddenly remembered those nights where she would sometimes complain about something on her body. Unbeknownst to them, she was already pregnant during that time.

"Ah..." she moaned. "That one, please..." she uttered softly which made his eyes darker in lust.

But he shook his head.

Patience.

He has endured years without seeing his own family, with