Page 99 of King of War

“Not my eighteenth though,” she purrs seductively.

“Nope. I do remember having your hair wrapped around my fist at one point though.” Fuck, the memory has my cock jerking to life again. Not that it was soft, but it wasn’t trying to burst out of my robe.

“That was quite the night,” she says with a contented sigh. “You ruined me for all other men, Enzo Medici.”

“As was my intention, baby.”

“Then mission accomplished, sir.”

I pull her a little closer. “How are you feeling?”

“You know I feel fine now. You think it was the burger?”

“You only ate it a little over an hour ago. Food poisoning doesn’t usually work that quickly.”

“Maybe I ate it too fast,” she groans like she’s recalling un-eating it even faster.

Fuck, she really needs to get herself a decent calendar or something, because the fact that another reason for her acute bout of vomiting hasn’t crossed her mind is both adorable and terrifying. “Do you remember the day we met again? At the Bertellis’ club?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you had your period?”

“Yeah?”

“That was over five weeks ago, baby.”

I wait a second for the penny to drop. She sits bolt upright, eyes wide with shock and possibly horror, which is unnerving. “But I’m on the pill.”

I shrug. “Then maybe it was the burger.”

She worries her lower lip. “Oh, Enzo, it wasn’t the damn burger, was it?”

“I mean, I sure as fuck hope not, but you never know. You’ve had a lot going on these past few weeks. Is it possible you missed a pill? Also, can’t stress fuck with your cycle?”

She blinks at me. “For one thing, what do you mean you hope not? And B, how do you know about cycles?”

“I’m not a neanderthal, Rayne. I know how periods work.”

She eyes me with suspicion. “And the other thing?”

“You mean do I hope that you just spewed your guts up in our fancy hotel bathroom because you’re carrying my baby?”

She nods, folding her arms across her chest and trying to look all serious and menacing. But her hair is all mussed up and she’s wearing a fluffy white robe and has mascara smudged beneath her left eye, and she looks nothing but goddamn adorable.

“Fuck yes I do.”

“What happened to baby steps?” she grumbles.

I can’t help laughing. “This is the definition of baby steps. We nailed baby steps.”

She nudges me again. “No, we suck ass at baby steps.”

“Want me to go find somewhere and pick up a test?”

“No.” She lies down again, burrowing her head into my chest. “I like you being right here.”

“I like me being right here too, cuore mio. I’ll always be right here, for you and our kids.”