Page 60 of Ruthless King

I can’t have one foot in or one foot out. Choosing this baby means choosing Nico. I have to let Beatrice know I won’t kill him, but that can wait. Right now, I just want to be happy with my husband.

I lean forward and kiss him. It’s sweet and gentle. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks.

“For being a good man. I want this baby, and I want you.”

“You have me.”

No I didn’t. Not before—because I wouldn’t allow myself to have him.

I kiss Nico again, and it turns passionate and hungry like we could eat each other alive. Nico pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling either side of him. I don’t care if his guards can see us. I’ve made my decision, and instantly, I feel happier. The guilt lifted when I chose Nico.

I moan softly as I rock my hips against his lap. Within seconds, he has an erection straining against his pants. Nico grabs my hips, his grip tight, as he kisses me deeply.

He grips the end of my dress and pulls it up before tugging my panties down. I’m already aroused. Just moments ago, I was wondering what to do about this pregnancy, and now, I know I’m all in. There’s no other choice. I will not kill Nico. I want to be happy with him, and I’m not going to change my mind. The freedom that gives me turns me on.

I unzip his pants, reach into his underwear, and pull out his cock. Nico groans when I run my hand from tip to base. My fingers brush his balls, making him jerk his hips up.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls. I gasp when he pulls my hips down, entering me in one thrust. I settle on him and begin rocking my hips and back and forth. This position allows him to get deeper within me.

“Nico,” I whisper against his lips.

His hand brushes against my belly so gently I almost cry. “I’ll take care of you, Aurora. I always will.”

I moan, grinding myself against him.

The sound of our lovemaking fills the car. Nico buries his head into my neck while I grip the back of his hair. Thrust, thrust, thrust.

Nico grips my thighs so tightly I wonder if I’ll bruise. The thought doesn’t bother me. All that matters is being with Nico.

“Oh,” I moan as my orgasm hits me. Nico holds me tighter before he comes, groaning against my neck.

Neither of us moves for a long time after that. Being in Nico’s arms—there’s nothing better than that.

Nico and I attend a charity event for children’s cancer. He told me on the drive over that he really does care about giving back. I can’t help but suspect it’s also a good look for him. The philanthropic man who gives to children’s cancer—a good way to keep the police off your back.

Except the police are here tonight.

While Nico and I sit at our table and listen to a speaker discuss who the proceeds help, I spot Chase and Morgan.

“Nico,” I say, nudging him.

He takes one look at the detectives and growls low in his throat. “What the fuck are they doing here?” When he starts to stand, I grab his arm.

“Maybe we should just leave them alone,” I suggest.

He sighs and sits back down. “Fine. But if they start anything …”

“Then you have permission to punch them.”

Nico’s lips quirk as he puts his arm around me. “What would I do without you?”

I place my hands over my stomach, and Nico reaches down and covers my hands with his, showing his care for the baby growing inside of me.

This is the right decision. Choosing Nico and our baby, I no longer have to feel guilty. I can just be with him. Beatrice won’t be happy when I tell her, but she can just deal with it.

Detective Chase saunters over to us and Nico tenses when he leans against our table. “Having a date night?”

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