I also loved to watch her work because of the way her eyes lit up with joy. It was almost as bright as when she looked at me or Faith, our six-month-old.

  So, I bristled at the negative energy Aurora had brought with her into my wife’s happy place. I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. A low growl grumbled in my chest before I could suppress it.

  The sound drew Aurora’s attention and when she clocked my expression, her jaw dropped, and she swung her gaze back to Ariel. “You’re pregnant again?” It was my turn for the jaw-dropping.

  “How did you know that?” Ariel gasped.

  Aurora stuck her thumb in my direction. “He gets extra growly when you’re knocked-up.”

  Ariel stretched out to the side so she could see me around Aurora and scowled. I just shrugged. It was true, and I didn’t give a fuck. Ariel insisted that we should wait to tell people, but I wasn’t going to back off just so they wouldn’t guess.

  Ariel sighed and straightened back up. “I assume there’s a reason you came stomping in here like someone kicked your puppy?”

  Aurora punched her fists onto her hips and huffed angrily. “Some jerk just opened a law office next door to our chapel! Next door!”

  “Oooookayyyy…” Ariel drew out her answer and studied her sister quizzically.

  “It’s an outrage!” Aurora shouted.

  I shot to my feet and hurried over to Ariel’s side; my dark expression trained on Aurora. “Yelling at my pregnant wife isn’t going to fix whatever has you pissed, Aurora.”

  She took a deep breath and tried to calm down while Ariel petted my arm, clearly trying to soothe me as well. “Calm down and explain,” Ariel requested. “What’s wrong with a law office?”

  Aurora opened her mouth before stopping suddenly to let out a humorless laugh. “I forgot to mention he’s a divorce lawyer.”

  I couldn’t help it. I really tried, but I couldn’t contain the bark of laughter that escaped my lips. However, it died quickly when both sisters turned their angry gazes on me. I held up my hands in surrender. “Sorry, you’re right. Complete outrage.”

  Ariel smacked my arm then turned back to Aurora. “It’s annoying sure, but is this really something to get so worked up about?”

  Aurora threw her hands up in the air and shrieked, “Maybe if he wasn’t so drop-fucking-dead gorgeous on top of it! He’s like a walking advertisement for a deliciously drunken mistake!”

  Ariel’s head fell forward, and I heard a quiet snort as her shoulders shook. Aurora started pacing and hadn’t seemed to notice her sister’s reaction. Except, then Ariel lost it and started belly laughing so hard tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.

  I just stood there and smiled like an idiot, completely enchanted with how beautiful she was when she laughed. When she stopped and wiped her eyes, I glanced in the direction of her sister only to find she’d gone.

  “Oh, dear. I’m going to pay for that,” Ariel said, still giggling. “Nobody gets even like Aurora.”

  Taking Ariel’s hand, I urged her up and took her into my arms. “She’ll have to wait until you aren’t pregnant, so maybe she’ll forget,” I murmured as I trailed kisses along her jaw to a sweet spot just below her ear.

  Ariel snorted. “Fat chance. She’s like a freaking elephant. She never forgets anything. She still likes to remind me about how I lost her favorite scrunchie when I was five.”

  “Hmmm,” I hummed softly. “I bet I can make you forget.” She dropped her head to the side to give me better access.

  “I dare you,” she sighed.

  I lifted my head and grinned at her twinkling blue eyes and playful smile. “But, do you double dog dare me?”

  Ariel shook her head a little wildly. “No way. The last time I double dog dared you to do something, I ended up pregnant again.”

  “You were begging for it, baby.” She glared at me, and I simply smiled smugly in return. One of my hands caressed her belly, while the other palmed her ass and pressed her body into mine. “Good thing you can’t get more pregnant.”

  “Um, yep,” she replied breathlessly.

  “Belle and Griffith have Faith, baby. How about I get started on fulfilling that dare?”

  I kissed her lightly and chuckled when she whispered, “Um, yep.”

  Without another word, I swept her up into my arms and carried her through the connecting door to Ink Addiction and into our shared office. Then I flipped the lock and set her on the couch. Ariel shook her head as I went to work on her clothing.

  “I think maybe we should build me a separate office in the bakery.” I stopped as I was sliding her jeans and underwear down her legs and frowned up at her. “Think about it, Maddox,” she explained. “The only thing we do when we’re in here together is each other.” She raised a single brow and pointed at her tummy. “And then things like this happen.”

  A laugh bubbled up, and I went back to pulling her jeans completely off. She was right, we’d conceived both of our babies in our office. But that wouldn’t change my mind about separate offices. “I’ll be better about letting you work,” I vowed. “But we’re not going to have separate offices.” My tone was firm as I refused to be swayed on this topic.

  “That’s—um—that’s what you al—always say,” she stumbled as I began to kiss my way up her leg. “And somehow—oh!”—my tongue had reached her pussy, and I circled her clit a few times—“somehow, I end up spending more time on—uh, yessss…”—I speared my tongue into her channel—“on, um, this couch than at my desk. Holy cow!” I threw her legs over my shoulders, then grabbed her ass to keep her steady—my tongue never letting up its assault—as I carefully got to my feet and navigated over to her desk.

  Once there, I dropped to my knees again and set her ass on the smooth wooden top. Then I added my fingers to the mix and quickly pushed Ariel over the edge. When her spasms began to ebb, I gave her a quick kiss on each thigh before surging to my feet. I had my big cock out and plunging into her heat in record time.

  “Fuck, baby,” I gritted out. “Always so damn tight.” I put my hand flat between her tits and pressed her backwards until she was laid out on the desk. I’d removed her T-shirt but hadn’t gotten to her bra. Her tits were already beginning to swell from the pregnancy, and they quivered as they practically spilled from the delicate, red lace.

  I pulled and plucked the tight buds on top and she moaned, her muscles tightening around me. My hips pumped in hard, deep thrusts and after a couple of minutes, the desk began to shift with each one. We were both spiraling high, on the precipice of ecstasy and as her desk crashed into mine, we both flew apart. The bang of the furniture meeting helped to drown out my roar of completion as I emptied myself inside my wife’s hot, little pussy.

  After I had spent every fucking drop and was practically boneless, I laid over her with my head resting in the valley between her tits, her hands lazily running through my hair. “See?” I panted. “I can be good. You’ve spent more time at your desk than the couch today.”

  Ariel giggled and tugged on my hair playfully. “I think you did more work at my desk than I did.”

  I lifted my head, resting on my chin as I looked up at her and grinned. “How about next time we grab some frosting, and I’ll let you work on me?” Ariel licked her lips, and my cock flexed inside her, making me groan.

  A knock broke the heady atmosphere and reminded us that we weren’t as alone as we felt. “Go away,” I growled loudly. “We’re busy working!”

  “Working? If that’s work, you’re doing it wrong,” Belle snorted from the other side of the door. Another deep voice rumbled something, and I assumed it was Griffith. “What? I’m just saying,” she replied innocently to whatever he’d said.

  I sighed and pulled out of my wife’s warmth but smiled widely when I heard the high-pitched squeal of my baby girl. Ariel and I dressed quickly, then once I was satisfied that she was covered up, with the exception of her panties in my pocket, I opened the door.

  Ariel rushed out and scooped Faith out of Belle’s arms and started cooing lovingly. She acted as though they’d been apart for months, and it was cute as hell. As I watched them, and pictured our life in seven months when we’d have another little one, I would double dog dare anyone to find a more perfect life than ours.

  In the mood for another tattooed hero while you’re waiting for Aurora’s story, Baby, I Do? Give I’m Yours, Baby a try! Wes doesn’t just have tattoos…he has a piercing, and the heroine is the only one who ever gets to experience it.

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  I’m Yours, Baby

  A Yeah, Baby Novella

  Guy Rule: Don’t knock a girl up and disappear for a year.

  Weston Davis was a jaded CIA operative who didn’t believe in love at first sight—until the moment he laid eyes on Aspen Kennedy and knew she was meant to be his. With an undercover operation only days away, the timing was horrible. But he didn’t let it get in the way of spending an explosive weekend with her before he has to leave.

  Aspen believed Weston when he told her he’d be back. Twelve months, a positive pregnancy test, and countless emails later, she’s given up hope on ever hearing from him again. She’s left alone to raise their baby, a treasured gift from the man who’d stolen her heart and smashed it to pieces.

  When Weston comes storming back into her life, he has a new mission: claim his family, find the person who’d almost caused him to lose them, and make them pay.

  Warning: If you’re in the mood for a quick & dirty read with an alpha male who’s determined to make up for lost time, this novella is for you!

  Prologue

  Aspen

  “You shouldn’t have to do this alone,” Macy hissed.

  “I have you.” My answer was terse because talking about my baby daddy was at the bottom of my list of things I wanted to do. Especially while I was trying to breathe through my contractions the way I’d been taught during the Lamaze classes Macy had attended with me.

  “If I ever see that man again, I’m going to kick him in the nuts so hard he’ll never be able to father another child.”

  A startled laugh burst out of my mouth at the image that popped into my head of my best friend going after the man who’d gotten me pregnant. Macy was pocket-sized at five-foot-two and a hundred pounds when soaking wet. In addition to being a full foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than her, Weston Davis had a dangerous air about him. The coiled way he held himself, and his awareness of everything going on around him, gave Weston a dangerous air that was only enhanced by the ink covering so much of his body.

  It was part of what drew me to him in the first place, along with the sizzling heat in his green eyes when he’d looked at me, and the way a lock of his dark brown hair seemed to think it belonged on his forehead. Spending the weekend with a man I’d only just met was completely out of character for me, but I’d found Weston impossible to resist. From the moment he’d claimed the empty chair next to me at the nightclub Macy had talked me into going to, I’d known I was his. As crazy as it sounded, it had been love at first sight for me.

  I thought it had been the same for him. I didn’t doubt he was mine right back, not even when he told me he had to take an extended trip overseas for work and his ability to stay in touch would be iffy. He’d given me an email address to use and warned me there would be a delay in his replies. I hadn’t asked too many questions, afraid to hear the answers, because the kind of business that would make a tatted up bad boy stay out of touch for so long couldn’t possibly have been good.

  He’d even gone as far as to promise he’d find a way to get to me if I needed him. His green eyes had shone with such honesty and heartfelt regret that I believed every word. It wasn’t until after nine months and no response to any of my numerous messages that I was finally ready to accept defeat, even while a tiny part of my heart held on to the hope that he’d walk through the door and be with me for the birth of our child.

  “I’m not sure you can kick that high, but I’d love for you to have the chance,” I panted.

  “Oh, sweetie,” she murmured. “I do, too. I really do. I’d give anything to be out there in the waiting room if it meant he was here to help you through this.”

  I squeezed her hand tighter as another contraction hit, making her wince in pain. “Yeah, because then it would be his fingers I’d be breaking, instead of yours.”

  “You know that’s not it, but a little less crushing of my bones would be appreciated. I may need that hand later.”

  She waggled her eyebrows, acting like a goof in her ongoing efforts to make my labor and delivery easier on me. I tried to unclench my fingers, but the pain made it difficult. Breathing through it wasn’t doing me a whole lot of good, but I’d insisted on trying to do this without an epidural because I tended to react weird to pain relievers.

  “Remember what the Lamaze instructor said, try to find your happy place,” she reminded me. She widened her eyes and tilted her lips up at the corners as she used the phrase which had made us giggle each and every time the instructor said it.

  Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift and found myself remembering my time with Weston. It seemed appropriate since he was the only man to ever get me to my happy place.

  “Aspen.” The sound of his husky voice whispering my name into my ear sent shivers down my spine.

  Goosebumps pebbled along my skin, and my cheeks were warm enough for me to know I was blushing. “Weston?”

  He stood from his chair, and I immediately felt the loss of his warmth at my side. “Come with me.”

  He lifted one hand, palm up, and I slid mine into it without question. I offered Macy a quick thumbs-up sign with the other as he practically dragged me from the club. The cab ride to his hotel was spent with me in his lap while he devoured my mouth with passionate kisses. We weren’t alone in the elevator ride up, but that didn’t stop him from pulling me against his body and nibbling at my neck while his fingers toyed with the edge of my skirt.

  By the time we made it through the hotel room door, my panties were soaked—something Weston quickly discovered when he backed me up against the wall, hiked my skirt around my waist, and buried his mouth between my legs. His breath was hot against me, making me whimper.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he said, pulling the fabric aside and dragging his tongue up my center. “I’ve got you, beautiful.”

  When he circled my clit and I felt the tip of his finger press against me, my world exploded. “Weston!”

  “So tight,” he groaned, working his finger farther into me. “Can’t wait to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me.”

  He pulled his finger out and stuck it into his mouth, moaning as he sucked on it. It was still damp when he clasped my face between his hands and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, but it was quickly overpowered by a rich flavor that was all his own.

  I was dizzy, and we were both gasping for breath when he ended the kiss. Then he lifted me up, his hands under my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the king sized bed and twisted so he fell onto his back with me on top of him.

  Shoving my shirt over my head, he flicked my bra open and let it fall from my shoulders. My back arched when he squeezed my tits together and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. Switching his attention from side to side, he quickly built me up again as I writhed on top of him.

  “More,” I moaned. “I need more, Weston.”

  “You need more? I’ll fucking give it to you,” he growled against my lips, his fingers tugging my skirt down. Rising up on my knees, I wiggled until it slid to the mattress and I could kick it away, along with my panties. While he was pulling his shirt over his head, I got to work on his belt and tugged his pants down his legs, taking his boxers with them.

  He yanked a condom from his pocket before tossing his pants to the floor on the steadily building pile of clothes. My eyes were torn between the sight of his hand as he stroked his hardened length and the taut muscles of his chest, covered in dark ink. Then the battle for my attention ended when he rolled a condom into place and wrapped his hands around my waist to lift me up until I hovered over his erection.

  My palms went to his chest for balance, and I enjoyed the feel of his smooth skin, my fingers tracing over the tattoos beneath them. Leaning down, I kissed him softly before making a plea. “Go slow. It’s been a long time.” A really, really long time, since the awkward night I’d lost my virginity to a fumbling teenager in the backseat of a limo after prom.

  With one hand wrapped around his cock, he guided himself into me, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside.

  “You’re so damn tight, beautiful. Your pussy feels like it was fucking made for me.”

  He was all the way in, my pelvis flush against his, and I felt every inch of him. I reveled in the sensation for one brief moment, and it got even better when I swiveled my hips and rocked into him. He tilted his head back, his heated eyes locked on mine, and power rushed through my veins. He was already close to the edge, and I’d taken him there. Bending lower, I nibbled a trail up his neck to his ear.

  “That’s because it’s yours.”

  “Fuck!” he yelled, losing control. He flipped us over, my heels digging into the mattress as he hammered into me until his name was ripped from my lips. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he moaned, his hips pumping a few more times before he found his pleasure.

  We’d spent the rest of the weekend together, somehow managing to top the best sex of my life many times over. But my favorite moments were those when we were cuddled in bed. I could have happily spent the rest of my life in that hotel bed with him, but reality too quickly intruded.