Page 65 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

“Sorry.” He tips my chin towards him and kisses me on the lips.

My pussy tingles, knowing the pleasure that follows a good-morning kiss, but my body has other ideas for how this is going to go.

Nausea crashes through me like a tidal wave. I shove Finn’s hands off me and dash to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet just in time. I retch and vomit until there’s nothing left inside me and my body is shaking violently, my flesh a prickly mass of goose bumps.

Finn gently places his bath robe around my shoulders and pulls me onto his lap the way he did the first time I was sick, and I rest my head against his chest, comforted by the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“How can I make you feel better, sweetheart?” He holds me loosely as if afraid he’ll make things worse if he squeezes me too tight. “Can I get you a glass of water? Coffee? Marmalade toast?”

“Water. With ice.” My voice is raspy. “Please.”

“Water it is.” He scoops me into his arms to carry me back to the bedroom, but I push him away. Again.

“I think I’ll stay here.”

He dips his head so that we’re on eye level. “Are you sure? You’re shivering.”

On cue, my teeth chatter to prove his point, and I pull the robe around me to cover my nakedness, something I’ve never done when I’m with Finn. “I might need to be sick some more.”

I don’t look at him in case he can see the lie in my eyes.

“I’ll be quick as I can.” He kisses the top of my head and stands up, leaving me huddled on the floor, my cheek pressed up against the cold tile.

I sense his hesitation by the door, but I don’t look around. When he is gone, I haul myself onto my feet, drop the robe onto the floor, and study my naked reflection in the bathroom mirror.

My breasts are swollen, the nipple he pinched a short while ago, pink and erect. My stomach is still flat, but when I turn to the side, I don’t think I’m imagining the gentle roundness of my abdomen. And despite the sickness and the tiredness, and my sluggish movements, my pussy is permanently dripping, something I’d blamed on sleeping beside Finn’s semi-permanent erection.

Until now.

I spent a lot of time with Gianna and Cartier when they were pregnant. I know the signs, and I’ve overheard too many pregnancy and childbirth conversations between them to pretend that this isn’t happening. I don’t want to believe it, but I can’t ignore it now.

When Finn returns with a glass of iced water and concern in his eyes, I’m back on the floor where he left me, with his robe draped across my shoulders.

I accept the glass and sip the water slowly, relishing the instant brain freeze. I’ve never touched alcohol, but from what I’ve heard, this welcome fuzziness in my head is almost the same as getting drunk.

Finn crouches in front of me. “I think you should see a doctor.”

“No.” My smile flickers like a faulty firework and dies before it’s ever fully there. “I don’t need to see a doctor. It’s… anxiety… over Ivana. I’ve had it before. It’ll pass when we find her.”

I must be shit at lying because he doesn’t even pretend to believe me.

“I’d feel better if you get some tests done, sweetheart. Humor me, yeah? When you get the all-clear, I promise to never mention it again. I’ll hold your hair back while you’re being sick, I’ll bring you iced water and feed you toast until you get sick of me, but at least it’ll stop me worrying about you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me.” I take his hand and nuzzle his palm with my cold cheek. “I’m fine.”

“Noted. But worrying is in my blood.” He isn’t going to let this drop.

“Sure.” I try to inject some enthusiasm into my tone. “I’ll see a doctor tomorrow if it will make you feel better. I’m too tired today.”

His boyish smile delivers a sharp stab of guilt into my chest, because I have no intention of speaking to a doctor, but I tell myself that he left me no choice. Lying is my safest option until I figure out my next move.

“How about a movie day? We’ll take blankets into the living room and make popcorn and be sloths while we watch True Romance.”

Shit! I can’t even think about being a sloth with all the confusing thoughts hurtling around my brain and the hormones building a bonfire inside my core. And it will be impossible to give his favorite movie the attention it deserves.

“I think I need to sleep.” The lies keep on coming. I take a deep breath before I say, “You could go down to the docks without me. We’re not going to find Ivana anywhere else. She won’t leave the docks until she has finished with the Petrovs, and if Leonid sees you alone, he’ll think you’re working for Aiden.”

I watch indecision dance across his features and settle into resignation, knowing that he won’t refuse because he knows how important this is to me.