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I raised my eyebrows at him, feeling somewhat better. I knew it was still going to break a piece of me again, but this time, I’d have Rome’s arms to fall apart into.

He pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and then nodded his head toward the shower. “Get in,” he said, then rid himself of his shirt as well.

We were skipping over the elephant in the room. The one where he had another woman carrying his child. He would still get to be a father. I would still have to watch her pregnancy.

“You haven’t told me if you’re having a girl or boy.” The words were so thick in my throat that it was hard to get them out. But I managed.

Rome was unzipping his jeans, and he locked his eyes on me, then stepped forward and leaned in to kiss me. A lingering touch of our lips.

“Neither,” he said as he started pushing down his jeans. “The baby isn’t mine.”

I opened my mouth and closed it. Confused and ashamed at the amount of relief that was currently flooding me.

“She blackmailed a man. If he didn’t give her a bogus paternity test, she’d expose to his wife and the church he is a deacon at that he came to the club and paid her extra for head.”

“Are you serious?”

He nodded. “Yep. Didn’t even have to see the ultrasound. Found out before, when the doctor brought her paternity results into the room. I was so fucking happy.” He paused as a pained expression touched his face. “Then I came rushing back to you, and you’d vanished.”

I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, then kicked them aside. He was completely mine. I wouldn’t have to share him.

“Let’s get that shower,” he said, turning me around to walk that way. His hand landed on my butt with a loud smack, and I jumped. “Fuck, I missed that ass.”

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My intentions had been to relax her, wash her hair and body. For selfish purposes, I wanted my hands on her. It didn’t have to be sexual. Especially since she was feeling ill and after the emotionally raw conversation we’d had.

The possibility that she was pregnant was stirring different reactions in me. The thought of having a baby with Salem was something I wanted. But sharing her wasn’t necessarily what I wanted right now. Then there was the fact that she might miscarry, and watching her go through the loss would kill me. If she was pregnant, then I would move heaven and earth to find an OB-GYN who could help her. I’d even go to fucking church and try praying if it meant she would be able to carry it full-term. I knew by the longing in her eyes that she wanted a baby, and she’d be a damn good momma.

Her soft moans as I massaged her scalp made my already-semi-hard cock fully erect. Keeping my eyes off her ass, I tried to think about things to make it disengage, like the way old people smelled, going to the dentist, Lick’s face—anything unpleasant. When it started working a little, she’d make another sound and lean into my touch, and—bam—it was right back at attention.

Gritting my teeth, I rinsed her hair, knowing that her body was next, and that was going to be a challenge.

“This is nice,” she sighed with her eyes closed and head tiltedback under the spray of water.

My eyes traveled down her neck to her collarbone, which was sticking out too much from her weight loss, and to the swell of her tits, which hadn’t lost any weight. Squirting body wash into my hands, I started at her shoulders and took my time rubbing her muscles, which caused more sounds and arching of her body. That move made her tits bounce, and the throbbing in my cock was getting painful.

When I finally reached the plump mounds and gently squeezed as I ran the suds over them, she let out a small cry. I watched as she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her wet, spiky lashes made the cornflower-blue color even more dramatic. I pinched her nipples and rolled them between my fingers, and she grabbed my arm while moaning my name.

Sliding a hand down her stomach, I slipped it between her legs and between her wet, satiny folds.

“Oh God.” She said the words in a breathy whisper and placed a palm against the stone tiles to steady herself.

Taking her cue, I pushed two fingers inside her tight hole and pumped a few times, then continued to play along the path to her clit. It felt a little different. Almost puffy. With my fingertips, I explored the difference, wanting to lay her back on the bed and get a closer look.

“Rome, I need you,” she gasped, rushing the words together.

“You got me,” I teased.

She shook her head. “Inside me.” There was a frantic edge to her voice.

“This is supposed to be about you. I’m trying to make you feel better,” I told her, kissing the pulse point on her neck and trailing up to her jawline.

“You are but, but I need—I want you inside me.” Her pleading was followed by her hand grabbing my hair and pulling my lips from her soft, perfect skin.

Our eyes met, and she licked her wet lips as water trickled down her face. “I’m begging you. Fuck me.”

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