Filthy: A Mafia Romance

“Ethan,” I moaned. It was difficult to keep my wits about me, but I barely managed. “Ethan, wait.”

He growled. “Damnit, woman. I’ve been waiting all fucking day. What is it already?”

I grinned at him, at his impatience. I took a quick breath and said a silent prayer that he would think this was good news. “I’m pregnant.”

He froze completely, his eyes wide in shock, his mouth just slightly open. “Pregnant?”

I nodded, my grin widening. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded again, feeling a little nervous. He still had that slack-jawed expression on his face, so I wasn’t sure how to read him.

But then he scooped me up into his arms, rolling us over so I was on top, then clutched me to him. “We’re pregnant!”

I laughed, feeling relief and pure joy at the knowledge that he was excited for this baby.

“Pregnant!” he repeated. “Then get out of this damn dress so I can fuck you proper already.”

Looking down at him, I asked, “So you still want me?”

“Hell yes. I want you more than ever. That baby’s mine.” He leaned forward to kiss my stomach for emphasis, then he sat up and kissed me on the mouth. It was all tenderness, reminding me of the affection that had bloomed between us unbidden.

He did get me out of my dress and he made love to me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world.

THE END