Page 52 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

“I’ll take it.” She grabbed his hand, and they strode to their bedroom.

When he closed the door behind him, she pulled him to her, her hands hovered over his jeans. Desire pounded in his cock, and he smashed his lips on hers. He pulled her dress over her head and, stumbling among the furniture, they kissed each other until finally they fell on the bed.

She chuckled, slipping her hand into his jeans. He covered her with his body, rubbing himself against her. She squirmed, a flicker of mischief in her eyes carrying a promise. A message.

She squeezed his cock, and he groaned. If she wanted to make it fast, damn her, she’d get it. He parted her thighs and slid two fingers into her pussy, so wet and so tight. “Screw me, Nico.” She bucked her hips into his hand, and he teased her clit while she unzipped him and pulled down his pants.

Aroused, he thrust into her, and she moaned, sweat glistening her forehead.

She. Emma Cavanaugh-Giordano. The woman he’d chosen. The woman who’d been fool enough to take a chance on him.

“More,” she asked, wrapping her legs around his torso. If anything, time had attuned her only more to her sexual needs, and they enjoyed each other’s bodies whenever Lucy wasn’t around.

He retreated then plunged deeper. Faster. Stronger.

She groaned, shaking under him, and soon he, too, lost himself in her sweetness. When they both caught their breath, she said, “I’m pregnant.”

He rolled to the side, an incredible sensation zapping through him. Pregnant. They’d talked about having more kids, but he had no idea it’d happen so soon. “I can’t wait.” He caressed her bare belly, planting a kiss on her shoulder. Parenthood had taught them both a lot of new lessons…and he wouldn’t have it any other way.