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bed. I wanted to snuggle him and let him feel my flat belly. The belly that I hoped would soon carry his child. My heart ached to be near him. Not metaphorically. My chest hurt, a pinching pain right around where my heart probably was.
    “Sure,” I said and tried to sound upbeat. Failed. But tried.
    I turned to my bedroom, and paused.
    “I was thinking about dinner,” I said. “I heard about an amazing falafel place in Le Marais. I think we should check it out.”
    “Whatever you want,” he said.
    Whatever I wanted? I wanted more than I should. I knew that. And I still couldn’t not want it.
    “I love you, Jake,” I said.
    Oh shit.
    It slipped out. Stupid.
    He bit his lip and looked out of the huge living room windows. At the Eiffel Tower where this began. Well, not began exactly. But started in earnest, that’s for sure.
    “You too, Jules,” he said and left me in silence.
    I made it to my room without shrieking with glee or wailing with grief. My brain teetered on the edge of both. So not falling down either way was a big plus.
    You too? Was that like a “I love you too”, just faster? Or was it a “I heard you, but I’m not saying it back”?
    Why was he so confusing? So hard to read?
    I slipped out of my baby blue, knee-length dress. It was a wreck of wrinkles and mascara smears. Jake was taking a toll on my clothing. So what. I’d happily sacrifice my entire wardrobe on his altar.
    Not the scarves though. I was growing attached to those. Paris was leaving a mark on me. I stepped into the bathroom and examined my bottom. Jake was leaving a mark too. My skin was still pink from where he had warmed me with spankings.  
    I cranked on the hot water in the shower and waited for it to heat up. The mottled white and black marble tile cooled the soles of my feet. Steam billowed out and filled the large space. Larger than my bathroom at home. Larger than any bathroom had any need to be.   The moist air warmed my lungs. Tiny droplets clung to the fine hairs on my arms.
    I stepped in and the water melted the worry away. Mostly. Blistering hot water pelted my skin and washed away the dried black streaks of mascara and the dried hazy streaks of spit and cum. My bottom burned fire that soon turned to coals.
    The water pounded my shoulders better than a masseuse. I rubbed my neck, at the sore muscles that Jake had stretched when he climaxed. My pussy tingled at the thought.
    It wanted more. I wanted more.
    I rubbed my belly. Circles of intention and longing. My young body was ready to procreate. Ready to join our genes and grow the next generation. Ready to carry his strength into the future.
    It was crazy. And perfect.
    It was human. It didn’t have to make sense.
    We just needed our chance to make it work. And that meant getting rid of Annika once and for all. Seriously, why didn’t she just move on? Apparently, she needed a little push. A little shove to get the journey started.
    I lathered my hair up with some shampoo. The sharp scent of tea tree filled my lungs. I wished we had this at home.
    I thought of a million ways to get rid of her. While I loved Jake, I would never hurt another person intentionally. Definitely not throw her off the Eiffel Tower like my overeager imagination kept suggesting.
    The phone call this morning.   That was the key.
    It sounded totally suspicious. Was Annika fucking someone on the side? If so, Jake would be furious. More set on dumping her than ever.
    The hot water burned the tension from my shoulders. I soaped up and scrubbed my pussy. I was, how to put it, well used down there. An aching, satisfied feeling. I wanted to be clean and ready if I got another chance with Jake this evening.
    Scratch that. I wasn’t going to wait for the chance to come knocking. I was going to kick the door down and give him what he needed. Take what I needed.
    I needed his hard cock. Needed it more every time I got it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

    It took forever to decide what to wear. It had to be perfect.