[Warning: The Chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]
"What are you doing?" Lola asked in a whisper-yell, watching Atlas kneel on that extended bed.
He paused, arms reaching out toward Second’s sleeping figure. "Move him."
"He’s sleeping."
"And?" He blinked and resumed, carefully taking his son in his arms and moving him to the other bed. "Don’t worry. Once they sleep, they sleep like logs."
Probably got that from their mother.
Lola’s face twitched as she watched him carefully move to Chacha. Even in this dim light, it couldn’t hide her disbelief. Once there was enough space between the twins and Lola, Atlas jumped out of the bed and stood beside hers.
"Move." He jerked his chin, raising his brows. "I’ll sleep on this side."
"Ah..." she laughed awkwardly, pushing herself to sit up and scoot over. "Then I’ll probably move to the other side because Second might fall—"
Before she could even put that in motion, Atlas reached for her wrist and yanked her down. Before she knew it, she was back on the bed, her head resting on his arm.
She gulped. "You’re not... thinking of..." she trailed off, pursing her lips. She moved her face closer to him, whispering, "...the kids are here."
"I know," He drew a deep breath, adjusting his position as he lay on his side, facing her. "I’ll be careful."
"Careful..." she narrowed her eyes suspiciously, watching him reach back to the night lamp. When he pulled the string, the only light left was the faint moonlight filtering through the window where the curtain was slightly slid to the side.
"What does that mean?" she asked again.
Atlas leaned closer. "You know what it means."
I hope I don’t.
Lola closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. In a quiet voice, she warned, "The kids are here. Behave."
Having said that, she moved away slightly and tossed herself to the other side. Atlas stared at her back, smiling as he moved closer and hugged her from behind.
She stayed motionless, eyes closed, believing a warning and the presence of sleeping children on the same bed were enough to stop him. Oh, boy, how wrong she was.
Minutes passed before her eyes popped open, and she felt something hard poking her from behind. His hand carefully slid from her waist until it was under her shirt, caressing her navel with his fingertips.
"Atlas," she called under her breath, looking back at him. "I said—"
Her breath stopped in her throat as he leaned closer.
"The children are sleeping," he whispered in her ear. "Quiet."
Lola clenched her teeth while his hand roamed under her shirt. He lowered his head, planting kisses on her neck as she sneaked a look at the sleeping children.
Oh, god... what are we doing?
It felt wrong to have sleeping children around and them doing this. Yet she lay there frozen while her nether regions began to wet at his kisses and touches. His hand fondled her breasts carefully, pinching her nipples, which set her body on fire.



"Mhm—" she covered her mouth, feeling his massive, hot manhood sliding in carefully.
I’m coming... she thought, clasping the sheet tighter, already clenching around his manhood. As she reached her peak, she pressed her mouth harder into his, back arching while the pounding continued.
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