Page 44 of Dirty Wicked

Watching the sway of her ass, Nick followed. “What smells so good?”

“Lasagna.”

“Sounds scrumptious. Do I get dessert, too?” he asked suggestively.

His wife nodded. “Whatever you want, whenever you want.”

“Be careful with that offer, baby.” He nodded toward the breakfast nook. “That table looks awfully inviting.”

Since he’d already fucked her sitting on, tied to, and bent over it more than once, Sasha flushed a deep red and cleared her throat. “Harper, go wash your hands before dinner.”

“’K.” The girl scampered down the hall.

Nick watched her go with a tug on his heart. The kid looked more like Mike every day, and he was so damn proud that he’d be raising her. He kind of thought his old buddy would be smiling down on them all, too.

“The final adoption papers came in the mail today,” Sasha said quietly.

He turned back to her with relief. “So it’s done?”

“Yes.” She approached and took his hands, toying with the titanium band on his left ring finger. “She’s officially Harper Navarro now. I told her that you would be her new daddy forever, and she was excited. My parents are thrilled. And I talked to Glen today. He understands and gave us his blessing. He also agreed to moving up here from New Orleans.”

Nick let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Mike’s dad didn’t have anyone left in the city. We can take better care of him here in Lafayette.”

“Exactly. I’ve got calls into a few facilities around town. You know he’ll want his own space, and he can still live semi-independently. It will be good for both him and Harper to spend more time together.”

“Absolutely.” And the man had been something like a father to Nick, too, so he was damn glad he’d be seeing more of Glen. “Thanks, baby.”

“You had the idea. I just helped you follow through.”

He sank his fingers into her hair and looked deep into her hazel eyes. This woman had haunted him, burned him with desire, and completed his heart in a way he’d never imagined. He was grateful every day that she had knocked on his door that cold November night. He felt incredibly blessed that Sasha had seen past his bluster, accepted his faults, and given him her heart.

“We make a great team, Mrs. Navarro,” he murmured.

“We do. In fact, we’re successful at just about everything we try.”

“Yep. Moving a senior citizen won’t be quite as gritty as finding hidden evidence, offing bad guys, and overturning my rape conviction, but I’m okay with slowing down.”

“That’s too bad because our lives will be significantly busier…in about seven months.” Sasha took his hand in hers and placed it over her soft, still-flat belly.

Nick felt his heart stop. He couldn’t breathe. He zipped his gaze to hers, delving for the truth. Love and joy radiated from her features. She fucking glowed.

“You’re pregnant?”

She nodded. “I saw the doctor today. I didn’t want to get your hopes up until I knew for sure, but it looks like I might have conceived just before the wedding.”

Nick thought back, and he knew exactly when it had happened. That March night he had lured her to their backyard with a glass of wine and slowly seduced her under the moonlight had been more than special. At the time, it had felt monumental. Now he knew he’d been right.

Nick scooped her up in his arms and swung her around. “Ah, baby. I’m so thrilled. I told you that waiting-until-the-honeymoon thing was shit.”

“You were right. I can’t believe how happy I am.” She hugged him tightly and curled her arms around his neck.

He gave her hair a gentle tug until their gazes fused. Nick felt their connection all the way down in his soul. “I’m damn happy, too. Let’s stay this way, okay?”

“I’m planning on it.” She slanted him a saucy stare, then glanced at the table. “So, after dinner…how about that dessert?”