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He places his mouth back on my clit, and within seconds I come on his tongue. Jasper laps it up, then lies on the bed beside me. I slide on top of him, facing his legs as he grips a fistful of my ass cheeks, and I slide down on him.
All of sudden, a wave of nausea hits me mid-thrust. I climb off him and rush to the bathroom to empty my stomach into the toilet.
What the fuck is going on with me? It must have been those street tacos. I should have known they would have made me sick.
Jasper follows me to the bathroom, holding my hair back as I continue to puke. He grabs a rag from the cabinet and hands it to me.
I sit on my butt as he wipes the corner of my mouth. “This is embarrassing,” I whine. I point to the counter. “Pass me the mouthwash.”
He does what I say, and I unscrew the lid, holding the bottle to my mouth. I pour a large amount of minty liquid and swish, then I spit into the toilet.
“This is what we signed up for,” he says soothingly, picking me up to carry me back to bed.
I lie back down and bury myself under the covers, shaking my head at what he said. “No, we signed a business contract,” I tease.
“Do you need anything while I’m up?”
I shake my head again as Jasper slides inside the covers with me, then he strokes my hair. “If you don’t feel any better in the morning, I’m going to call my doctor to check you out.”
“I’m sure it’s something I ate, and on top of that I’m about to start my period.”
We’re quiet for several minutes. Trying to hold down the vomit, I close my eyes and lie on his chest as he sweeps my hair to the side. “I’m glad we got together, because I wouldn’t be happy with anyone else,” he murmurs as he pulls me closer.
Before I can respond to that, I drift off to sleep.
Jasper
Ifeed Poppy chicken noodle soup, yet she looks like she’s getting worse by the minute. Bags hang under her eyes and she looks pale. I tried convincing her to allow my doctor to check her out, but she’s more stubborn than a bull.
“I’m fine, Jasper, I really am,” she tells me, but when I rub her forehead, she is hotter than a stove. “You go sign your paperwork for James’s company.”
“No, you come first, Angel. Your health is more important than all that.” I never thought I’d say that or think about putting her over my work. Love has made me soft. I love this woman so much I just want her to be okay. It’s six months away for me to take over James’s business, but I have a press conference soon announcing me fulfilling the CEO position. I have to sign the contracts and approve some rules before I officially start.
Poppy’s lips are chapped and she can barely keep her eyes open. She grabs the bucket next to the bed and pukes in it for the umpteenth time.
“That’s it, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
She tries to fight me but she drifts off to sleep instead, completely exhausted. I call Chance and tell him to have the car ready. As soon as we’re inside the car, she pukes all over the back seat, some of it splashing on my sweatpants.
I stroke her back again, soothing her. The smell of vomit hits my nostrils and I tap the button to open the window, inviting the cool air inside the car.
Once we make it to the ER, I explain to them what’s been going on, and they bring a wheelchair out. I help Poppy remove her clothes and slide on the hospital gown. The doctor comes inside the room wearing a white jacket over his suit.
“My name is Dr. Lee. What seems to be the problem?” he asks.
“I want full blood work done to find out why my wife is sick.”
He cocks his eyebrow at me. “What are her symptoms?”
“She’s in and out of sleep and has been running a fever. She can’t keep anything down.”
Poppy rolls over onto her side. I grab the bucket and put it beside her hospital bed. “See?” I tell him.
He glances at her and pulls up a chair next to her bed. “Mrs. Barrett, are you able to pee in a cup?”
She barely nods. “Yes, I can.”
The doctor grabs his flashlight and looks at her pupils. He removes his stethoscope from around his shoulders and uses it to check her breathing.
