Page 37 of Ink

Annika leaned her head back on my shoulder and looked up at me. “Except, I don’t care what any of them think. You’re the only one I’m interested in tempting.”

She winked, and I couldn’t help smiling at how damn cute she was.

Her lips suddenly curled down into a pout. “Besides, it’s not like there aren’t plenty of women out there drooling over my man. Especially when you’re inking them.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve thoroughly staked your claim,dolcezza,” I teased.

Shortly after we were married, I’d come into work one day to find a blown-up wedding photo hung at my station.

My wife was soft and sweet, but if you messed with someone she loved, she turned fierce. I often teased her that her inner fiery Italian was showing. But truthfully, I loved when she got possessive over me. It was hot as fuck.

“Come shower with me, and I’ll remind you who we both belong to.” I swung her into my arms and stalked out of the kitchen.

“My cinnamon rolls!” she protested half-heartedly.

“Midnight snack,” I grunted. “I’ll be plenty full when I’m done eating you, baby.”

Once we were in our bedroom, I went straight to the large bathroom and set her on the counter before walking over to the shower and turning the water on. Returning to her, I licked my lips as I began removing her clothes. “Then I’m going to feed my cock to that sexy mouth of yours before I fill your pussy with my come.”

It was tempting to shoot my load down her throat, but I didn’t want to waste any of my seed outside her womb until I knew she was knocked up.

“I made an appointment with a doctor,” she blurted out.

My fingers halted, and my worried gaze flew up to hers.

“What the fuck, Annika? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m not,” she insisted, her hands batting at mine when I tried to put her clothes back on her. “Not really.”

“I’m taking you right now.”

She cupped her cheeks and smiled. “Can’t you think of another reason I might need to see a doctor, Matteo? Pretty sure it’s been a top priority lately, so I’m surprised you’ve overlooked it.”

Pausing, I frowned as I tried to understand her comment. “I don’t get it.”

“Then let this spell it out for you.” Annika smirked and held up a small white stick with a blue cap and a little window that said, “Pregnant.”

I read it several times before my face split with a huge smile. “Pregnant? I knocked up my woman?”

Annika nodded and returned my grin. “I figured you’d be smug about this,” she laughed.

I winked at her, then lifted her off the counter and set her on her feet. After I finished stripping us both out of our clothes, I took her hand and led her into the shower. We stood under the warm spray for a few minutes, just holding each other. Eventually, I pushed her back until she was flush against the wall. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I stared in wonder at her still flat belly. “Can’t wait to see you round and swollen with our baby, dolcezza.”

I smoothed my hand over her stomach, then leaned in close. “Ciao, piccolo bambino. It’s yourpapà. Be good to yourmammain there. And help me out by being a boy, okay?”

Annika giggled. “You wouldn’t be happy with a girl?”

Her tone was amused, so I knew she didn’t seriously think that.

“I’m going to need boys first in case we have any girls,” I explained.

She stared at me for a moment, then drew her head back and laughed. “My big, bad biker husband is afraid to have baby girls?”

“Not afraid,” I growled. “Just enlisting help. Look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and our daughters are going to be just as beautiful. One shotgun ain’t gonna do it.”

I wasn’t sure what she said in reply because my attention became distracted by the round swell of her hips and the blond curls between her legs. I rubbed my lips across her pubic bone, and she shivered.

Dropping my head back, I looked up into her ice-blue eyes, grinning at the fog of lust growing in them. “It’s fucking hot as hell knowing you’ve got my baby growing in your belly,” I rasped.

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