Page 12 of Sinful Eve

“Okay, what?” I ask, wanting to hear the words.

“I’ll marry you.”

“Thank fuck…” I wrap my arms around her again. “Thank you for not making me wait. I would have waited forever, but this is amazing.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “How could I say no, to a man who’s so excited to marry me that he forgets to pull up his pants.” We both look down at my dick, standing and celebrating between us while my pants cover the floor.

“Just one of many reasons why you can’t say no to me. I’m crazy about you, Olivia. And I’m not ashamed to say it. I’m also not ashamed to say it while my pants are down.”

Olivia laughs as I pull my pants up, buttoning and zipping them. “Now, let’s go—” I tug her behind me.

“Where are we going?” Olivia laughs.

“To get your ring. I would have had it ready, but I figured you’d want to pick it yourself. Plus, I had no clue.”

“Carlo, we don’t have to get it right now.” She waggles her brows, “We could, you know, um celebrate first.”

It is tempting. So tempting. I want nothing more than to slide into her body and take the gift she is offering. “You know I’d love to bury myself inside you, but I won’t be satisfied until I have the whole package.”

“Are you sure?” she asks with a smile.

“Olivia, I’m dead serious. I’ll be damned if you don’t walk out of there with a ring on your finger and a license in my pocket. It’s been too long already.”

“It’s only been two months,” she protests.

“Exactly,” I agree. “Too fucking long.”

Taking her hand, we leave the apartment. Has it only been two months? Two months that have changed everything. Taken me from a restless lonely life to a life full of meaning and hope. With someone to love and be loved by. Shit, she was right, I am corny as fuck. But sometimes, there are no other ways to describe our feelings. Feelings I never thought would bubble up inside me like a shaken bottle of Champagne. Looking at my woman’s face, I see the same effervescent emotions brimming in her eyes. I squeeze her hand. I don’t need to be corny. Don’t need words at all. We love each other. Some people might think it is fast or unwise, but we know our hearts.

The elevator doors open, and we step out and into our future.

Epilogue

Iknow it’s silly and I’m being emotional, but I can’t help it. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed with love and happiness before. I’m sitting in our bedroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. I can’t believe it. We’ve only been trying for six months, and it happened so fast. My eyes well up with tears as I think about how lucky I am to have Carlo in my life. He’s always so sweet and attentive, and he dotes on me. I don’t think I could have imagined a tough mafioso as a perfect partner.

As I sit here, I reflect on how our relationship has evolved over the past year. We were so passionate and driven at first. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was like we were both making up for lost time. But as time went on, we settled into a comfortable routine. Carlo is still as sexy as ever, but he’s also become more tender and gentler. He’s not afraid to show his softer side to me, and it makes me love him even more.

I hear the door open, and I quickly wipe the tears from my eyes. Carlo comes in and smiles at me. He knows that I’ve beenfeeling a little under the weather lately, and he’s been worried about me. He sits on the bed and takes my hand.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. I’m actually a lot better.”

He looks at me suspiciously. “Really?”

“Really.” I smile and nod. I don’t want him to worry anymore. “I feel a lot better today.”

He studies my face for a moment before he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. “Good.”

His eyes roam over my body, and I can see the desire building in his gaze. Familiar heat rises in my body, and I want him again. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to tell him about the baby just yet. I don’t know how he’ll react, and I don’t want to ruin the moment.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks as he runs his hand up and down my thigh.

I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes. “I don’t know.”

He raises his eyebrows and grins. “Hmmm, I think I have an idea.”

He reaches down and takes my hand, presses me down onto the mattress, and begins kissing me hungrily. His lips are soft and warm. His hands roam over me, exploring every inch of my skin. He pulls away and looks at me with lust-filled eyes.

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