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“Make me come, husband.” I let my legs fall open.

He growls, slipping his hand between my legs and circling closer to where I need him.

“Please, Bash,” I beg.

“There she is,” he says before finally sinking first one finger and then a second inside of me. “So wet for me already. So needy.”

His thumb circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I about buck off the bed. Using his other arm, he anchors me to him, his hard cock, shielded by his boxers, nestled against my back.

“Bash.” His name comes out in a strangled moan.

His hand wanders to my breast where he tweaks my nipple through my shirt as he pumps in and out of me. I’m trapped against him, and all I can do is enjoy what he’s doing to me, so I close my eyes and lean my head against him.

He nips at my jaw. “You’re so bloody gorgeous, love.” His breath is hot against my skin. “I could come just from this. I’m so hard.”

Now I’m picturing him coming in his pants just from touching me. Fucking hell. That’s quite the visual. The familiar swooping in my lower abdomen starts, meaning an orgasm is imminent.

“So close.”

“My pretty wife wants to come for me?”

“She does. Please.” I’m barely holding it together.

“Come. For. Your. Husband.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers, and I detonate, yelling his name and other unintelligible words.

He strokes me through my orgasm, and when I sag against him, he pulls out of me. I move so my head is resting against his chest.

“You alright, love?”

“Perfect. That was a nice way to wake up.”

He chuckles. “It was. If you want me to wake you up this way all the time, just let me know. Happy to oblige.” I nod against him, too relaxed to speak. “Unfortunately, we need to get up. Order breakfast. We have a late checkout, but we do have to go home today.” He nudges me.

I roll away from him onto my back, the reality of what we just did, not once but twice, catching up to me. Maybe this is a bad idea.

“You’re thinking too much again, love.”

“I know I said last night I wanted to change the rules of our marriage, but maybe, maybe that wasn’t a good idea.” I shake my head, closing my eyes and chewing on my bottom lip.

“Hey. Hey. Look at me.” I do as he says. “Why wasn’t it a good idea?”

“There’s a lot riding on this marriage.” I’m scared.

“I know. And I get that. But we’re two adults who happen to be married.” He holds up his hand, wiggling his ring finger. “We can change the rules.”

I scrub a hand down my face, thinking about all the reasons why we shouldn’t do this, why this isn’t a good idea.

“I get why you’re hesitant to go down that road with me. I do. You have to protect yourself and your baby.” He swallows roughly. “And I’m supposed to be leaving in a few months.”

“That is a big factor …”

“I don’t want to go. But I promised my father I’d take care of the family and the farm. And they need me. My mum needs me. But what about what I need?” He whispers the last part as he reaches for my hand. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’d never hurt either one of you. All I can offer you is temporary. A few months. I can’t promise more. But I want you while I can have you, anyway you’ll let me.”

My hand falls to my stomach, where baby bean is growing. I already have one big thing happening in my life. Do I have room for whatever he and I could be? More importantly, would I survive being with him and then having him leave?

“I need time to think about it …”

“Of course, love. I understand.”