The Trouble With Him: A Secret Pregnancy Romance (The Forbidden Love 3)

With his lips kissing my neck, he keeps his thrusts hard, then demands, “Take your tits out for me, just the way I like them.”

I pull my bra down as they fall out for his groan to echo in my ear. He doesn’t waste time, grabbing them and tugging on my nipples which causes them to leak. Fuck, this is going to get really messy quickly.

My hands still press against the glass as I stick my ass out. Austin commands I come with him, my body shivering in delight, the same time he grips my hips tightly.

We both catch our breaths, trying to come down from the high. Austin slowly pulls out of me while kissing my shoulder.

“You came inside of me,” I remind him, basking in his juices between my legs. “How am I supposed to walk outside now?”

Austin turns me around, then presses me against the glass. My back shivers from the glass, cooling my heated skin.

With a penetrating stare, he runs his thumb against my bottom lip. “It sounds to me like you’re not finished.”

I shake my head teasingly. Austin drops down between my legs, running his tongue along my clit as my hands wrap around his hair. It doesn’t take me long before the sensation rips through me again, and I fall into a deep orgasm, the ripples of pleasure spreading throughout every inch of my body.

My eyes close while I try to catch my breath. We kiss deeply before Austin helps me straighten my clothes. He runs his hand through his hair to neaten it, then we hold hands and make our way back upstairs.

When we see Margaret, she glances at us furtively to wait for our response.

The house is just right.

And we just made it perfect.

I turn to gaze at Austin, then nod with a smile.

“We’d like to put in an offer,” he informs Margaret. “Now, let’s talk numbers.”

It’s Christmas Eve, and Mom has cooked up a storm with my help, of course. While staying here, she’s been teaching me to cook. Back in Manhattan, I either dined out or ordered in, barely using the kitchen.

Austin, however, is a great cook. His mother taught him well.

We can’t all be a perfectionist like him, but my stuffing sure looks good.

I wash my hands in the sink when Austin walks into the kitchen on a call. He says goodbye, then breaks out into a wide smile.

“We got the house.”

“We did?” I wipe my hands, then jump up into his arms. “Lucky number five.”

“I’m proud of you both,” Mom congratulates, embracing me, then Austin. “We need to celebrate with our best wine.”

Dad walks into the kitchen with Emmy in his arms. He’s a big old softy, even asking Mom to buy one of those bouncer things for his office when it came to babysitting. One of the perks of staying with them.

“What are we celebrating?”

“We bought a house, Dad!”

Dad’s eyes reflect with relief. “Excellent news. Now, is this the place near the hospital?”

“Yes,” Austin confirms while leaning back against the countertop. “A ten-minute commute. It helps when I’m on call though Chief Robinson wants to discuss me moving into a specialty. I’ve been considering cardiothoracic surgery, but I need to weigh my options on the studying aspect once again.

“Cardiothoracic surgery is something I once too considered,” Dad mentions softly.

“Really?” I ask with curiosity. “You wanted to mend broken hearts?”

As I wait for a response, Mom watches Dad with a nostalgic gaze. She always wished he continued with medicine. However, Lex Edwards has done so much good in the world with the wealth he has created. He’s responsible for giving so many people jobs, and the charities both my parents are involved in are endless. Not only that, Dad has helped Uncle Julian and Aunt Adriana fund local villages in Central America, building schools, shelters, and basic things we take for granted.

He may not be a heart surgeon, but he’s done just as good in this world.