Page 30 of Baby Bump for the Mafia Boss

And sweet girl that she is, she looks confused. “We were kissing though?”

“We were. Here.” I touch my fingers to her kiss-blushed lips. “But I have somewhere else to kiss you, and this time when I have you, I want both of us to be naked.”

Her eyes go wide.

“I don’t know about…” She swallows hard, and her chin tips down.

“What?” I ask gently, ducking so I can see her expression.

“In the bothy, cabin, cottage, whatever we’re calling it…”

I wait with far more patience than I thought possible. Apparently with Stephie, my desires don’t matter as much as letting her say exactly what she needs to. Besides, me saying things has only wrecked practically every situation with her recently. I will learn to shut up.

“I’d never had sex before,” she finishes in a rush.

It takes me a second to fully comprehend what she means. “You were a virgin?”

She bites her lip and nods, and then I’m kissing her again.

“My good girl. Such an honour,” I say around more kisses. “You’re so perfect, and I’m going to take care of you. I’ll make up for that first time, I swear?—”

“You don’t have to,” she protests, hands grabbing at my clothes and my hair. “It was exactly what I wanted.”

“Cold, half dressed, with a man not fully in his right mind?” I say wryly, but I smile, because she wants me, too. A miracle.

“With you.” She slides her hands under my lapels and pushes off my suit jacket. I let her. I help her. I’d shred every item of clothing I own if it would allow her an inch more access to touch me.

“What I remember of it was exactly what I wanted too.” I kiss her softly on the lips, then grab the hem of her dress and drag it to her waist, groaning as I see that she has on little white cotton knickers with a lace panel at the side. “I can’t believe I thought my imagination came up with this much perfection. Such an idiot.”

She laughs and fumbles with my tie, unsure how to remove it.

“I’ll fix this.” I cover her fingers with mine. “And another time I’ll show you how to undress me, and strip you naked slowly, appreciating every inch of you. But right now, I’m desperate for you, princess. Take off your dress.” It’s some complicated summer thing, with straps and things, and I have to see her naked.

“You promise?” she checks.

“Yes.” My voice is raw with need. “Please, just?—”

“Oh…” Her smile is sudden and bright, and I don’t know what I did to cause it, but I’m basking in sunshine like I’ve never felt before as she unties and unzips, then lifts the sundress over her head.

Her little tits are revealed, bigger than they were before, as I thought, and I groan. My office is warm enough for her to be bare here, and although there are windows, the view over London is uninterrupted by neighbouring buildings, so it’s private. I shove the rest of the items on the desk away, and they bang on the floor. I should care, but I’m too busy easing Stephie back until she’s lying on the table, her brown hair fanned out on the dark wood, and I’m standing between her thighs.

I fall on her, licking one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. She gasps then cries out, writhing against me.

“Dane!”

I purr from the back of my throat. “Say my name again, princess. I’ll make you tell the whole building how much youlove me making you come with my mouth. And my cock,” I add as an afterthought.

She whines as I swipe my tongue over her nipple as I hold it between my teeth, then pants, “I love all of you.”

Oh fuck, my poor cock. I need notice if she’s going to say things like that, because I twitched so hard the head hits the table. I’m leaking pre-come into my boxers. I’m so swollen from wanting her, I think I might be in danger of bursting a blood vessel.

I ignore it and concentrate on worshipping her breasts as they deserve. Nibbles, wet kisses, sucks, and scrapes of my teeth fixed with licks that soothe. With my hands, I roll one nipple as I attend to the other with my mouth. And she responds so perfectly, her writhing beneath me only making the problem between my legs even worse as I think how she’ll do that as I fuck her.

“So pretty, such a good girl for me,” I mutter against her skin as I leave her breasts—for now—and kiss down her body. I reach her belly, and a wave of affection almost sweeps me away as I press my lips to where she’s swollen with our baby.

And it’s my DNA that she has in her because of that pregnancy. I was insanely jealous of… myself. The bastard who put a baby in her and then deserted her for four months was me. There’s a spike of anguish that I didn’t claim her that morning when I thought, just for a second, that what I dreamed might have been true. We could have had all the exciting moments of her early pregnancy together.

But I’ll get her pregnant again. I promise that, as I kiss her bump. There will be a sibling for this child. I’ll ensure we have all the good things in our lives. And no regrets, because we’re together now.