I say I can’t let her go as I promised, tell her she’s mine, even if I know that what I have to offer falls short of what she deserves.
“Kamal!” she screams. Next, her pussy tightens in small spasms, giving me her orgasm.
I lean back to look at her, all sweaty and beautiful, overcome.
When I look at her belly, I think of how my child could be growing inside her. Instead of feeling scared, the thought only makes me harder, and I start fucking her like a wild animal, making the table move under us.
My breathing is loud, competing with the wet sounds as I’m pounding inside her.
“More time,” I say. “I don’t want it to end.”
She doesn’t reply but smiles, shaking her head, perhaps still lost in a cloud of pleasure. Maybe she’s telling me she won’t go back on her offer.
Her refusal drives me crazy, and I lower myself, holding her shoulders and thrusting deep, my balls slapping her.
My body tenses with the impending climax, then I come intensely.
I still don’t let her go, although I should.
I’m not ready for the end.
Chapter 25
We didn’t sleep.
It’s four in the morning, and we’ll have to get up soon because I have a meeting in London at lunchtime.
Madeline is lying with her back to me, the sheets around her waist. Even though she’s breathing softly, I know she’s awake.
“We don’t have to put an end to what we have,” I say. The words come out harsh through my throat. I’ve never had to ask a woman for more time before.
She takes a while before turning to face me. When she does, she covers her breasts with the sheets. It’s a small gesture, but it makes it clear that I no longer have unrestricted access to her as I did a few hours ago. “What are you talking about?”
I don’t respond at first, trying to analyze her expression. To see if she’s playing with me. Pretending to be difficult.
And if it is a game, what does she know about the rules? If everything she told me is true, she’s not just young, she’s also inexperienced.
“You know what I’m talking about, Madeline. The sex between us is explosive. There’s no reason to put an end to it.”
“Are you willing to forget the one-month deadline?”
“If you’re pregnant, that deadline won’t make any difference,” I say, evading the question.
I know I’ve said the wrong words just one-tenth of a second after they’ve left my mouth.
She sits up quickly, and in an instant, her feet are out of bed. “Which means you’re sticking to the one-month deadline, but if I’m pregnant, you’ll surrender to the inevitable,” she says standing up. “Thanks, but no. If you don’t think we’re worth at least a try at a normal relationship, without this thirty-day contract rule, I’d rather we stop here.”
“Stubborn . . .” I say, trying to keep indifference in my tone, even though a little voice inside me warns me to back off because I’ve hurt her.
She was already at the bathroom door, but she turns to face me. “No. It’s self-love. For a long time, I thought I needed to be a good girl to deserve my family’s love. In the process, I forgot to love myself. I’m finally working on that, Kamal. I won’t let the pleasure you give me make me lose respect for myself.”
Germany
I hear the discussion at the board meeting of my main company in Berlin. For the first time, I can’t concentrate.
“I think that’s it, then,” one of the board members says, and I nod my head, having no idea what I’m agreeing to.
“What’s wrong?” Adil asks beside me, after everyone stands up. “You weren’t paying attention to a word they were saying.”
