Page 29 of Baby Bump for the Mafia Boss

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to.”

A relieved smile starts in his eyes and spreads to his mouth. “Good.”

“What do you remember?” I can hardly dare to believe this is real, and Dane’s expression says this is similarly beyond his comprehension.

“You touching me. Us kissing.” His silver eyes dip to my lips. “Feeling you come on my cock, squeezing me like you’d never stop. Flipping you over and fucking you with all the suppressed passion of four years of desire.”

A whimper escapes my throat as he tightens his fist in my hair. “Yes.”

“I remember you saying yes.” He brings our joined hands to the small of my back and pulls me to him. I go easily, of course I do. I raise myself onto tip toes, desperate to be close to him.

“I remember not telling you the things I should. Like how I love you, and I always have.” His breath is warm on my lips. “How you’re the sunshine in my world, and I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you. But I need you to be happy, and safe, above all, and if that’s without me…” He doesn’t complete the sentence, but I understand.

“It’s with you. I can only be truly happywithyou.” My heart is so full. I have Dane, and his baby, and he wants us both? This is more than I could ever have dreamed.

He lets out a long, shaky sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me I’m the father when I was back in London?”

I wince. “You were a bit of a dick about it that day. But I should have told you. I’m sorry,” I say, helpless with regret.

“Don’t be.” He shakes his head slowly as he pulls me closer still, and the hard ridge of his erection presses against where our baby is a little bump in my stomach.

“You’re not upset?” A residue of anxiety is there, even as he’s stripping away all my concerns.

“Only that we’ve wasted so much time.” His grey eyes bore into me. “Why did you keep the baby, Stephie?”

“Because I wanted it.” There’s no space for anything but the truth now. “Desperately.”

“Good. Because you and me and our family are what I’ve longed for since you turned up to work for me as a far too young and innocent woman.”

“You wanted me all this time?” I’m gripping him, my hands tightening, and I’m leaning in. It’s so alien that he might have wanted me as much as I craved him. It’s like discovering the stars and the moon and the expanse of the universe. My mind can’t comprehend it.

“Princess.” He shifts his grip to my hair, and I gasp as he pulls my head back. “I want you on any terms you’ll give. I have a hunger for you that’s infinite. If you let me, I’ll make you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop. I’d spoil you until I’m broke. I’ll do anything you ask so long as you’re by my side. I love you, body and soul. I couldn’t be happier that you’re pregnant with my child, and the fact our baby is biologically mine as well as mine by claim.”

I whimper and press myself to him even closer, shuddering with happiness.

“You’re bothmine.”

15

DANE

She squeaks when I squeeze her too tight, but I can’t help it. My emotions are too big to be contained. I need to be closer to her. And besides, she’s clinging to me too. I bury my face in her hair, and breathe her in. Finally.Finally.

She’s carrying my child, she’s going to be my wife.

“Princess.” My hands are everywhere. I lift her, and she makes another adorable sound as I take her to my desk and balance her on the edge.

I ease back enough to look her in her eyes. I drown in them. Fuck, my girl is so perfect. Her eyes are classic blue, the sort maybe millions of people have, but the stormy colour is unique to her, and I’d recognise them anywhere. I could never get tired of looking at her.

Stephie glances to the side, where my desk is stacked with books, notes, electronic devices, and a huge computer.

“Careful—”

A crash cuts her off as I sweep the computer away from her, clearing space for her sit more comfortably.

“Oh my god, Dane, that?—”

“Is irrelevant,” I growl. “I have waited and wanted you for so fucking long. I can’t wait another minute to get my mouth on you.”