Page 170 of This Woman Forever

“Let me tell you, lady,” I begin, holding her face, making sure she has my serious eyes. “I desire you more with every day that passes, and I believe you’ve been carrying my babies for quite a few weeks.” I gaze at her stomach on a fond smile, circling my palm there.

“I’m not fat yet.”

“You’re not going to be fat, Ava. You’re pregnant, and the thought of you keeping a piece of me and you warm and safe makes me fucking deliriously happy, and—” I still, feeling blood drop into my dick. Oh, no. See? One touch, I lose all control. It swells in my boxers, becoming quickly uncomfortable wedged between us. Not ideal when we’re parked outside her parents’ house. “It makes me desire you even fucking more. Now, shut up and kiss me, wife.” Stupid! But can I control it? My hips shoot up on instinct, and Ava launches her attack, eating me alive, hungry and determined. Fucking hell, all she wants to do is sleep and ravish me. Amazing.

I hum. “There’s my girl.” How could she ever think I wouldn’t want her? “Shit, Ava, I would love to rip those lace knickers off and fuck you stupid right now, but I don’t want an audience.” What am I saying? I refuse to fuck her.

“I don’t care.” She lets me take a quick breath before coming at me again, kissing me wildly. Jesus, what is this torture?

“Ava,” I gasp, trying to free my mouth from hers as she pins me to the seat. “Cut it out or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“I won’t hold you responsible,” she breathes, relentless, thrusting onto me, grappling at my T-shirt. I growl, bite down on my teeth, close my eyes, try to talk reason into myself. Not here. Not now.

My dick doesn’t agree.

Here.

Now.

“Fucking hell, woman.” I’m a fool to think I can say no. Look at her, begging for me. Wonderful.

Rap, rap, rap.

Ava gasps, shooting back, and I look out of the window, breathless, finding a copper on the pavement with impressively high brows. Ava’s quickly dying on my lap, her face beetroot. “That’ll teach you,” I whisper, putting her back in the passenger seat and releasing the window. “Sorry about that. Pregnant. Hormones. Can’t keep her hands off me.” I laugh when she wallops me, but wince at my dick still throbbing behind my fly. “See?”

“Yes... well... urm... public place. Move on, please.”

“We’re visiting.” I give Ava my attention, smiling madly as she looks at me all wide-eyed. “Ready?”

“I thought you were taking me on a plane?”

“I am,” I say, getting out and rearranging myself. “After we’ve told my delightful mother-in-law that she’s going to be a grandmother.” I close the door on her mouth hanging open and circle the car, pleased with myself. “Out you get.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” She remains in her seat, eyes closed, trying to find some courage.

“They need to know.”

“No,” she grumbles as I help her out. “You just can’t wait to advise my forty-seven-year-old mother that she’s going to be a gran.”

Absolutely. “Not at all.” I walk her up the path, feeling her resistance between our extended arms.

“How did you know where to come?”

“I called and asked for the address.” I nod to the Mercedes. “And I believe that’s your father’s car. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

I reach into my pocket and pull out some cuffs, lifting her hand and kissing it.

She smiles. It falls the moment I secure the cuffs over our wrists. “What are you doing?” she gasps, wriggling her hand. “Jesse!”

I don’t have a chance to explain, not that I need to. Elizabeth appears, delighted to welcome us. “My girl’s home!”

“Hi, Mum,” I say cheerfully, waving at her with my cuffed hand, dragging Ava’s heavy arm up with it. Her face. It’s another I’d like to box and unwrap when I need a laugh.

“Get those cuffs off my daughter, you menace,” she hisses, hauling us inside while checking the street for witnesses.

I chuckle when Ava rolls her eyes and shoves me playfully. Okay, I’m done. Time to play the perfect son-in-law. So I remove the cuffs and rub life back into Ava’s wrist.

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