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Camila

Settling on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips, I tease his shaft behind my back. I’m fascinated by his face. His expression is one of wanton joy. I can feel his hands tighten their grip against mine, as if he’s on the verge of fighting me for control.

Suddenly, I feel nervous. I’m too aware of my belly and how it’s starting to protrude. The bump is subtle, but at this angle, I can see it clearly. The pregnancy is starting to change me, and although I have never been a shallow person, I’m feeling very much not in my own skin.

What is he thinking? He said I was beautiful, but ...

Asher speaks, interrupting my thoughts. “Stop it.”

I startle. “What?”

“Stop doubting yourself,” he replies. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about how you look. Stop it.”

Blushing, I do the opposite and think more. I release his hands and circle my arms around to block his view of my naked body.

Asher snarls, gripping my wrists to force my hands away.

“Asher—”

“Never hide yourse