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

“Me and Will. We have very important things to finalize,” he states firmly.

I remain quiet as Mom lectures Dad, reminding him of other commitments. A small argument interrupts between them, though nothing out of the ordinary. When it comes to Dad working, Mom usually understands unless he committed to something else.

“Argh,” Will groans, falling back on his chair while rubbing his chin.

“What’s wrong?” Mom asks, worried.

“My housekeeper is sick, and I’ve got a delivery arriving today.”

“Can your concierge let them in?” Mom suggests. “What’s being delivered?”

“A new TV,” Will states. “It needs to be installed and takes about an hour. I just need someone to make sure they do it right.”

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m heading out to meet your mom today. Ava is watching Addison and Alexandra, but perhaps, Amelia, you can do it?”

“Me?” I almost choke on my coffee. The liquid catches in my throat, making a gurgling sound. “You want me to go to your place and watch a man install a TV?”

“You’re basically making sure they don’t rob me blind.”

Behind his stare, there’s something I can’t quite put my finger on. It takes me a moment to come up with a plan to play dumb. “Where do you live?”

“I’ll text you the address.” He busies himself on the phone as mine beeps.

Will: How many times can I make you come in an hour?

Shit! I force myself to keep a straight face, my body the first to react despite everyone watching me. Thank God they can’t hear the loud thump of my heart or the butterflies inside my stomach fluttering like crazy. I have to do something quickly, terrified someone will sniff our trail.

“Fine, but you owe me. Next time, get one of your secretaries to do it,” I mouth so quickly. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t have one because you couldn’t keep your pants zipped up.”

“Ouch!” Ava laughs the same time Mom shakes her head.

I could almost see the proud smile come from Dad.

“I’m going to shower,” I mention casually, my eyes falling upon Ava. “Since apparently, I look like death.”

I head out of the dining area, and the second I’m out of sight, I almost run upstairs to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I lean against it, heart racing as I struggle to breathe in the air. Inside my hand, my phone buzzes.

Will: Well played, Miss Edwards. It’s nice to see you’re always thinking about my dick. Am I going to guess twice? Maybe three times if you don’t touch yourself in the shower.

Me: Aren’t you quite an overachiever. Let’s see if you can deliver or you’re all talk.

Will: If you’re going to tease me like that, you better not complain when you’ve gotten no sleep. Sirens? Or perhaps you couldn’t stop thinking about me fucking your sweet pussy inside my bed.

My face turns red, praying that by the time I leave the house, he’s already gone.

Me: I strongly suggest you behave, Mr. Romano. You are with my father all day long, are you not? If you want to play dirty, don’t underestimate my ability to make you suffer in your meetings.

Will: Always the daredevil. See you at 2.

Throwing my phone onto my bed with a smile, I grab my things and head straight to the shower.

I enter the code as the door unlocks. The second I step inside, I smell him everywhere. The scent—intoxicating—causes my concentration to shift. I place my phone down on the hallway table, closing the door behind me. Gravitating toward the window, I stare into the Hudson River, lost in thought when I hear a noise behind me. I don’t turn around, but my breathing hitches in anticipation. The footsteps move closer to me until a warm breath lingers against my neck, forcing me to close my eyes.

His lips press against my skin as I reach back to pull him into me, desperate to have him closer. The gentle kiss sends my skin into a frenzied static, tiny goosebumps forming all over.

Turning around, my body is flush with his as he lifts me, cupping his hands beneath my dress and kissing me deeply. Our tongues battle, wanting more, arousing every inch of my body. I can feel his tongue swirling in my mouth, imagining the exact thing being done between my legs. A desperate moan escapes me, no care to what’s right or wrong because I need him to own me. Now.

I think he’s going to take me toward the bed, but instead, he lays me on the couch and watches me with a hungry stare.