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

“Old? Come on, Ava. You’re gorgeous. Like a fine wine that gets better with age.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re standing with me inside your kitchen. I’m washed up. A potential has-been. Everyone wants younger women. I’m not even good enough that my boyfriend had to go fuck some other guy.”

She rests against the refrigerator, closing her eyes. The fabric of the silk dress she wears clings to her curves, and it’s confirmed under this lighting—there’s no bra. Don’t even think about it.

“Ava, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know anymore.” She lowers her head, unable to look at me. “I am nothing.”

Moving closer to her, I raise her chin with my finger. As I stare into her eyes, I remember all the times we were together, from back in high school to the big moments when Millie was around. Ava is gorgeous and always has been. I’m not one to compare her to her sister, but all four Edwards daughters are absolutely stunning in their own right.

And yes, if the truth were to be told, there were moments which passed between us. But like anything forbidden, you back off to avoid dangerous territory.

“You, Ava, are worth everything. So, you’re not a teenager? You’re a beautiful twenty-five-year-old woman who any man would be lucky to have.”

My gaze falls momentarily toward her lips, pink and supple, but I scold myself for pushing the boundaries, knowing we shouldn’t even be doing this.

“Austin,” she croaks.

I breathe, swallowing the lump inside my throat to answer with a simple. “Yes?”

Ava’s shoulders curl over her chest, her bottom lip now trembling. “If any man is lucky to have me, why am I alone tonight?”

“You’re not alone,” I remind her with a low voice, struggling to control my urge to prove her wrong. My fingertip grazes the strap of her dress as I see her suck in a breath.

“No, I’m not…alone,” she manages to let out.

“Ava…”

“Austin,” she counters breathlessly. “Choose me, please. Just for tonight.”

I raise my eyes to meet hers, begging myself to do the right thing but slowly losing the battle as she becomes too irresistible with her plea. Don’t do it. Think of the consequences.

Fuck the consequences.

My lips crash onto hers as my body grows hot and feverish. She moans in my mouth, running her hands through the back of my hair. My hands wrap beneath her legs as I carry her toward my room, laying her flat on the bed. As I climb on top of her, pressing against her body, we lose ourselves in heated kisses, barely able to come up for air.

Her skin tastes of sin, an addictive taste I can’t seem to get enough of. It’s forbidden, because she’s my ex-fiancée’s sister. But the dangerous position we find ourselves in only adds to the adrenaline rush overcoming me. My kisses consume every groove and crevice, desperate to continue the deep moans she expels.

Pressing my cock against her, I’m eager to remove my pants and be inside her as if my life depends on it, but instead, I drag her strap down, exposing her beautiful tits in the pale moonlight that filters through the window.

My thirst to taste them becomes my only focus as I run my tongue down until I circle her nipples, causing her back to arch. They’re so fucking sexy, firm, and round, fitting in my hand perfectly. Desperate to remove my jeans, I manage to drag them off with my boxers, allowing my cock to spring free.

Ava breathes heavily, sliding her hand between us to grasp my shaft. The moment her soft fingers wrap around me, my body jerks with a long-winded groan escaping my dry mouth. Slowly, she begins stroking me, but I warn her we need protection, despite our inability to think straight and fuck like maniacs.

Leaning over, I pull my nightstand drawer open to retrieve a condom. In the dark, I fumble with the corner of the packet, ripping it open and sliding it on within a matter of seconds. This isn’t my first rodeo, and I’ve mastered the art to protect myself in record time.

“Ava,” I call softly, giving her a chance to pull away. “Are you sure? Once we do this, we can’t undo it.”

“No one has to know,” she whispers, cupping my face in her hands while bringing me in for a deep kiss. “It’s just between us.”

Her confidence erases my hesitation. It will be our little secret.

Dirty, raw, and completely off-limits.

As I enter her, she gasps loudly, beautiful as she lies beneath me. I’m unable to control my movements, desperate to finish but wanting to savor the moment.

I shift my body, wanting to see her on top of me, so she’s riding me with her tits in full view. My hands fall behind my back, watching her with a heated stare as I lick my lips, desperate to bite her nipples which stand erect.