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rolls his eyes. “Ava, please.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Lady, you’ll kill me off, I swear.” He pushes my hair from my face. “You okay?”
    “No, I feel sick.” I collapse forward, my cheek colliding with his bare chest where his shirt is open.
    “Why do you think that is?” he asks quietly.
    I stiffen. I’m really not ready to deal with it yet. I haven’t got the energy right now, so I keep my mouth shut, but I need to take my head out of the sand and face reality—the reality that I’m most certainly pregnant. “Take me to bed, please.”
    I hear him exhale deeply. It’s an obvious demonstration of frustration. I won’t be allowed to live in denial for much longer, but his need to care for me at the moment is getting me off the hook. He stands and pulls me up. “You are the most frustrating woman on the fucking planet. You want to brush your teeth?”
    “Please.”
    He smiles down at me and brushes his knuckles across my cheek. “Everything will be fine.”
    Will it? Fine for him. He gets what he wants. “Okay,” I agree feebly, catching a glimpse of a hanging handcuff from his wrist…and a huge red blister. “Jesse! What have you done?” I grab his hand and turn it over, discovering that the inner side on his wrist displays a mass of angry red welts. I suck in a shocked breath. Shit, that looks sore.
    He pulls his wrist from my grip and removes the cuffs, throwing them to the floor. “You keep my heart beating, baby, but you can also make it fucking stop.” He shakes his head and lifts me onto the counter. “You said you couldn’t live without me, didn’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    He narrows accusing eyes on me. “Then stop trying to kill me off.”
    I feel a grin surfacing. “You’re such a drama queen.”
    “There is nothing dramatic about being worried when my wife throws up after I’ve just thrust my cock in her mouth.”
    I burst into laughter. My head falls back, my eyes close, and I laugh. Really hard. I have tears and all. I can’t stop, and he lets me have my moment, waiting patiently with my toothbrush hovering in front of my mouth. “I’m sorry!” I chuckle. “I’m really sorry.” I wipe my eyes and home straight in on a pair of curious greens, a raised brow, and a chewed lip.
    “I’m glad you find it amusing. Open your mouth.”
    I let my jaw drop open and he sets about brushing my teeth for me before running a cool washcloth over my brow and then scooping me up and transporting me to the bed. My eyes widen when I see the mangled headboard with strips of wood all splintered and hanging off. He’s trampled the bed.
    “In you get.” He places me on the edge, and I waste no time crawling up and snuggling down, letting out a long, contented sigh as I turn over and watch him undress, my greedy gaze drinking in his perfection.
    “I can’t believe I’m spending my first night as your wife in one of your torture chambers.” The unpleasant thought has me shifting slightly and wondering who has been in this bed and what has gone down. I want to get out.
    He knows what I’m thinking. “No one has slept in this bed, Ava.”
    I frown. “They’ve not?”
    He smiles as he shrugs his shirt off. “No one has been in this room since I cornered you.” He’s watching me closely. “And the bed’s new.”
    “Really?” I blurt, a little shocked.
    He laughs. “Really.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m not having you in a bed that others have…” His frown line surfaces again. “Frequented.”
    “And no one has been in this room since me?”
    He kicks his trousers off and draws his boxers down his legs. “Only me. Get your underwear off. I want you naked.”
    I reach down and push my knickers from my legs. “Did you sit in here quietly and think about me?” I ask on a grin.
    He strides over to a unit of drawers and pulls the top one open. “More than you know,” he answers quietly, turning and holding up a bra.
    “That’s my bra!” I blurt. I have a sudden flurry of