Four Months Later

I was sitting in my office at the station when I heard shouting coming from the lobby. Standing up, I pulled my gun out of the holster attached to my belt and made my way down the hall. I stopped at the heavy metal door that leads to the lobby and listened to what was happening on the other side. I needed to gauge what the hell was going on before I confronted the problem head-on.

“Listen, Mr. Donut-Chaser-In-Training, I do not have to put up with this sort of behavior.”

Smiling at the familiar voice, I slid my gun back into its holster and pushed through the door. My eyes immediately found my fiancée. Wearing a short blue sundress, knee-high cowgirl boots, and my ring on her finger, she was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

Pointing at the officer—a rookie—standing opposite the desk from her, she looked ready to strangle him with her bare hands. The rookie—I couldn’t remember his name—looked half a second away from pissing his pants.

“Sunshine,” I barked, “what the hell are you doing?”

Turning her head, her fiery gaze met mine. “It’s about time you showed up.”

I lifted a single brow. “Pardon me?”

“You heard me, stud muffin.” Grabbing her purse off the desk, she sauntered in my direction. Saddling up in front of me, she poked a silver tipped nail into my chest. “I have a bone to pick with you.”

Chuckling, I gestured for her to head to my office. “Ladies first.”

After narrowing her eyes, she stepped around me, moved through the door, and headed down the hall toward my office. I groaned at the sight of her round ass swaying with every step she took.

She stepped into my office, walked around my desk, and plopped her ass right on the center of it. Quirking a brow, I shut the door behind me and followed her path. Moving to stand in front of her, I spread her legs and wedged my hips between them.

Gasping, she shifted her weight and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

“What seems to be the problem, Ms. Mason?”

Soon to be Mrs. Moretti, I mentally added. Only two months to go.

“Well”—she huffed out a breath—“it seems that you lied to me this morning and I’m not very happy about it.”

“Oh really,” I replied, running a single finger up the outside of her thigh. “And what did I lie to you about?”

Steeling her spine, she set her jaw and glared at me. “You didn’t have sex with me before you left this morning; even after you promised you would!” Before I could open my mouth to reply, she kept going. “And now it may be too late!”

“Baby.” I chuckled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why would it be too late for me to shove my cock in you?”

Growling, she reached into her purse and pulled out a white, plastic stick.

Wait a fucking minute.

“Is that a pregnancy test?” I jerked it out of her hand and looked down at the two pink lines shining like a beacon from behind the small, plastic window.

Two lines. Is that positive? Please say yes.

Shelby had her birth control implant removed from her arm the week after I proposed. We decided to start trying for a baby right away, but so far her cycles hadn’t regulated enough for her to conceive.

At least, I didn’t think they had.

“No,” Shelby snapped, “it’s not a pregnancy test. It’s an ovulation test. It tells me when I’m the most fertile”—she frantically waved her hands in the air—“which is right now, ya big dummy!”

I blinked. Once. Twice. “I’m lost, sunshine.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned, tossing her head back. After thirty or so seconds, she righted her head and met my gaze head on. “Do you want me to have your baby, Tony?”

I didn’t hesitate in answering her. “Fuck yes.”

Reaching for my belt, she gripped the leather in her hands. “Then fuck me!”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. Ripping her hands away from my belt, I undid it myself in record time. Popping the button on my pants, I ripped down the zipper and shoved both my slacks and briefs to the floor in one quick move.

Wrapping my hands around the back of Shelby’s thighs, I yanked her ass to the edge of my desk and pushed her down so that she was lying flat on her back. “Spread your legs, baby.”

For once, she did as she was told. “Good, girl.”

Pulling her white, lacy panties to the side, I bared her perfect pussy.

Sucking in a breath at the sight, I leaned forward and ran the head of my cock through her wetness. “You’re so damn perfect, Shelby.” Tapping her clit with my shaft, I watched her wiggle and groan beneath me. “Always so wet. Always so willing.”

Eyes closed, Shelby wrapped her fingers in the front of my button-up shirt. “Tony,” she hissed, “I’m not playing around here. If you don’t put your cock in me right now, I swear I’m going to scream the place down.”

Dropping my hand, I wrapped it around her thigh and hooked her leg over my shoulder. “Oh, baby, you’re going to scream, but it won’t be from lack of cock.”

She moaned, low and quiet. “Jesus, Tony.”

After licking my thumb, I pressed it against her clit and massaged the swollen bundle of nerves. Shelby jerked below me. Opening her eyes, she looked up at me. “Anthony Moretti… I want your baby.” She looked down to where I held my cock in my hands, a heated expression on her face. “Now give it to me.”

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to hers. “You ready for me, baby?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes!”

Placing my cock at her entrance, I whispered, “Tell me you love me, Shelby. Give me the words.”

Once again, Shelby’s eyes met mine. “I love you, Anthony Moretti. From now until forever.”

Feeling my heart swell with pride, I slammed into her. She screamed before covering her mouth with both of her hands. Gasping for breath, I leaned over her, pressing my chest to hers.

“I love you too, sunshine. From now until forever.”