The Trouble With Love: An Age Gap Romance (The Forbidden Love 1)

“Completely off-limits,” she agrees while running her hand in my hair before a smile plays on her lips. “But I guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, right?”

My dick is already hard, and this time, I need to feel her properly, not with a fucking condom. I can control this, just pull out before I come, and no one pays the price.

I slide myself in, her arousal utterly wet as she moans even louder than before.

She feels perfect.

Like everything that’s missing from my life.

There’s just one problem.

Nothing will change the fact that she’s Lex Edwards’ daughter. The man who reigns over all, the ruler of his kingdom, and as of now, I’m his biggest threat.

The man about to steal his princess.

Nineteen

Amelia

My eyes jolt open to the sound of a siren blaring outside the building.

Releasing a groan, I struggle with the morning glare coming from the large window near my bed. Where am I again?

The familiar room, one I had spent much time in, begins to register—it’s our townhouse on the Upper East Side.

I bury my face into the pillow, pulling my quilt above my head to drown the outside noise with the intent to fall back into a blissful sleep. With the temperature perfect, warm, and nothing like the cold outside, it’s ideal for spending the morning after Thanksgiving.

You’re the one I can’t stop thinking about.

My body jerks up, sitting in an upright position as the memory of last night comes roaring back to my center of attention. The beat of my heart begins to quicken, and throughout my whole body, a pleasurable tingle spreads like wildfire as my mind replays the touch of Will’s hand against my skin.

How his eyes did something to me, I just can’t explain. They held me captive, tortured me with desire, begged me to say and do things that even my wildest of imagination never dared to explore.

But it wasn’t just the weight of his stare. It was everything his body did to me. We moved so effortlessly, in sync, like a band playing in harmony to a tune. Every inch of his perfect body had me mesmerized—his toned arms, the sculpted chest, and, of course, his perfect size cock.

I gulp at the memory, knowing damn well what we did last night was wrong.

My body did things I’d never experienced, dangerous things I’d only read in romance novels. I became possessed, throwing all rationality out the door to succumb to whatever it is that makes me crumble beneath his touch.

I fall back, staring at the ceiling, trying to decipher what this all means. I’d be a fool to ignore that what happened last night was amazing, despite it being wrong.

And surely, without a doubt, he enjoyed it. We fucked twice in the space of an hour, and he had no problem finishing.

Yet, I’ve heard enough stories about him through Mom and Aunt Nikki to know that he enjoys his women only for one night. And why would I be any different?

As I continue to lay in bed, I toss and turn, regretting my actions, filled with remorse to then craving more. Unable to think straight, I hop out of bed, wincing as my sore muscles ache with every sudden movement. Grabbing my phone, I drag my tired self to leave my bedroom with the hope that Mom has brewed coffee because I desperately need it.

I turn the corner into the dining room, my eyes peeled to a story Andy put out about last night’s dinner back home. I smile at the caption of his turkey, missing him so much since we rarely spend time together anymore.

“Good morning, honey,” Mom greets politely.

Caught up in another story of a friend, I laugh while returning the sentiment to Mom until Ava blurts out. “You look like shit. What the hell happened to you last night?”

My eyes lift, and there at the table, they fall onto the same blue eyes which devoured me last night. Shit. Will is sitting beside my father, dressed in navy business attire with a devious smirk on his face. He appears to be put together, freshly shaven, and sexy.

Highly aware that I’m only wearing my night shorts which barely cover my ass, long socks, and an old ratted tee, I’m pretty sure my hair is a tangled bird’s nest.

“I, uh… didn’t sleep