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“And just so we’re clear, the reason I come to our bed every night is that losing myself in you is the only thing that keeps me going these days.”

“Whatever. Go away. Let me vomit in peace.” I slid further onto the floor and rested my head on the cool tile.

Was this some sick joke by God? Samina and Jacinta hadn’t had a day of sickness and here I was, barely a month and a half in and ready to throw in the towel on this pregnancy shit. Maybe I could revise the contract and change it to one child, then I wouldn’t have to do this again.

“You hard-headed, stubborn woman. Is it so difficult to depend on me?” Ashur scooped me off the floor, opened the door to the shower, stepped in, and sat me on a long bench in one corner.

“What are you doing?” I batted away Ashur’s hands as he tried to pull my dress over my head. “Stop. I don’t want a shower.”

“You smell like puke.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but shut it when I got a whiff of myself.

“Fine, but let me brush my teeth first.” I stood and was immediately pushed back down.

“You sit and I’ll bring it to you.”

Ashur turned on the spray to heat the water before leaving me on the bench to retrieve my toothbrush and toothpaste.

When he returned he was naked and partially aroused.

“Sorry. I can’t help it. My cock is always halfway hard whenever you’re around.”

Without responding, I took the offered brush and scrubbed the pasty vomit aftertaste from my mouth. When I finished, I set the brush on the bench beside me. Steam billowed around us and I leaned my head back against the cool tiled wall, enjoying the sensation of cool and hot.

“Come on, love. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Ashur gently helped me up. “Let me take care of you and then tuck you into bed.”

I sighed and relented.

He washed me from head to toe and then back up again. By the time he was done, the nausea was gone and completely replaced by arousal. Ashur hadn’t done anything to purposefully stimulate me, but my body wanted him.

“Ready to come out.” His voice was rough and his breath was a bit shallow.

His cock stood straight up, ready for me and making my mouth water.

“Ashu. I…”

“What do you want, Tara?”

“You.”

“This isn’t why I brought you in here.”

I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard, velvety length, and pumped my fist up and down.

“I know. I want you, Ashu. I want the need, the passion, not what we’ve had for the past three weeks. I want it to be more than fucking.”

He walked me back, pressing me against the shower wall and trapping the hand enfolded around his cock between us.

“Are you sure? We’d be going outside the rules of the contract.”

“I don’t care about that right now. I need you inside me.” I tried to rise onto tiptoes in hopes of guiding his cock inside my swollen, aching pussy, but our height difference made it impossible.

He grabbed my thighs and parted them before pressing his cock against my soaked slit.

“This is about us, Tara.” His cock pushed in. “Not the contract.” He went in a little farther. “Not our child that’s inside you. Not the past or the future. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “About us right now.”

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