Austin raises my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently.
“You’re cute when you’re sexually frustrated.”
I let out a groan. “Let’s go before I really show you what cute is.”
; Austin reaches out for my hand as we walk together, admiring the front yard. It's hard to compare when you’ve grown up in LA and your parents have the most beautiful home. Austin’s parents also have a nice home in Thousand Oaks, decorated beautifully since his mother owns a furniture store.
“Dr. Carter, Ava,” our realtor, Margaret, greets. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Fifth time is a charm, Margaret.”
Margaret takes us inside, presenting the stunning main foyer. There are stained oak floors and pristine white walls. The staircase is gorgeous but not overly grand like my parents’ place. I didn’t want something too big where I’d lose Emmy once she started moving around, but enough for our family to grown in.
“It’s a nice size,” I comment with a nod. “And the kitchen?”
“Is right through here.”
The kitchen is grand, with every appliance I’ll need. Mom gave me a list of things to ask, which I do, all of which Margaret answers to my satisfaction.
“And then we have the patio, pool, and guest house.”
The view is impressive, with lots of trees for privacy and a luscious green lawn that sprawls around the pool. There is enough room for a trampoline, playhouse, and even a basketball court if Austin wants one since he loves to play.
“I’ll show you the bedrooms.”
Upstairs has six bedrooms and four baths plus a large lounge area connecting the rooms, making it a perfect play area for Emmy. Downstairs, there is also a large room for my home office. Thankfully, Austin’s work remains at the hospital. As for me, technically, I run my own show but being in LA is somewhat less stressful for photoshoots given there are so many great locations. Before coming here, I sent Eric pictures of the property. He responded with a thumbs up and ideas for shoots around the pool.
“Do you mind if we have a look around?” Austin asks.
“Certainly. There’s a basement downstairs, and if you take a sharp left, you’ll also find the cellar.”
“Sounds perfect,” Austin responds with a mischievous grin.
“I need to make some calls. Just find me when you’re ready.”
Austin doesn’t delay, taking my hand and almost dragging me downstairs. The basement is completely finished, perfect for storage and products samples which I usually have lying around my apartment.
We take the sharp left into the cellar.
“Oh, wow,” I mouth, walking into a fully finished room with glass doors and lights to showcase rows of wine. Some appear refrigerated behind the glass doors, plus a few barrels. Some bottles are lying flat on the wine racks. I move closer to the glass door to get a better look at what wine they’re storing. The couple who owns this place has a vineyard in Napa Valley, something Dad and I discussed investing in together.
Behind me, there’s a warm sensation as Austin leans into my back, his lips close to my ear.
“Did you do as I said, Miss Edwards?”
I nod with a knowing grin, pressing my thighs together to suppress the throbbing between them.
“When I check… ” he says with a ragged breath, “… there better not be anything beneath this dress of yours. I demanded your pussy be bare and exposed.”
“I always listen to doctor’s orders,” I murmur.
Austin slides his hands beneath my dress until he reaches between my legs, causing me to gasp.
“Hands on the glass,” he demands.
Placing my hands on the glass door, I hear his belt buckle unclip. Then, he slowly enters me as I try to quiet my moan. With each thrust, I’m on the verge of exploding as Austin pulls the strap of my dress down and exposes my bra.