Explicit Bonus Scene
Nasrin
Zain shouldn’t look ridiculously hot in a crisp shirt and pants. But he did.
Licking my lips, I eyed my husband across the desk in his study as he talked to some chief from the council about the import and export of the exotic fruit. I was too busy stripping him out of his clothes and demand him to fu—
“Stop staring at me like that, Nasrin.” His delicious, deep voice stirred me out of my dirty imagination.
I looked at his stern, tired face and pouted, leaning back on the chair. My palm sliding down to caress the little bump on my stomach. I was three months pregnant and knowing the due date, we might have conceived on the same desk he was working on.
“I will keep staring at you however I want, Zain,” I said, standing up and walking towards him. “You are
