Page 119 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I felt more myself having Malcolm back in New York. It was strange that another person could make me more “me,” but I left my scientific analysis at the bedroom door. If my Scottish duke wanted to pound orgasms out of me as he whispered filthy endearments in that sexy brogue of his, who was I to question it?

Until late summer, he traveled back to Lachlan frequently. Malcolm, his mother, and Ronan had created a trust that protected the estate by requiring major decisions with an equal vote among them. Despite all Ronan’s bluster about the arrangement, he was relieved to not have all the burden on him for Lachlan’s big decisions. Malcolm’s mother loved having an official role beyond hostess duties. She and Ronan frequently called Malcolm to talk about finances, gradually the conversations included other parts of their lives. They were happy to have a reason to work together as a family, and that was a good thing.

Between the stalking and near financial ruin, Malcolm was reluctant to give Ronan a chance at first. Once I pointed out this new plan meant Malcolm could return to New York full time, his mood improved. Secretly I was grateful to Ronan for bringing us together again. We were both pretty stubborn; I’d have hated to miss out loving Malcolm and being loved by him.

In other news, we’d moved my mother to an apartment near us with private nursing care around the clock. From time to time she recognized me when I visited, we even took short walks together. The staff took excellent care of her, and it was a relief to know she was comfortable after all her years of hard work.

All the family news was positive, but tonight was just about us. I’d finished my fourteen-hour shift, but Malcolm had to remain in the hospital overnight. As the emergency room was strangely quiet, we’d planned to meet up in the resident call room. It sure sounded more fun than being home alone on Christmas eve.

Next year we would be back at Lachlan for a big family Christmas.

I draped a strand of tiny white Christmas lights around the headboard of the lower bunk. I smiled to myself, thinking of the duke of Lachlan, crammed on this twin bed. All the times we’d shared this room as colleagues, I never allowed myself to think about sharing a bed with him. Now we were sharing that and so much more.

The small Christmas gift I wrapped for him was about the size of a ring box. I set it on the narrow desk. I’d wracked my brain over a gift this year because it was the first year we’d been together long enough to plan anything. Last year, the only thing Malcolm wanted was my panty collection. Come to think of it, that would have worked this year, too.

What do you get a man who has it all? It was a tricky problem, but I’d solved it.

Malcolm entered, frowning, locking the door behind him. “You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked,” he said.

“Why not? I was planning to fuck the first doc through the door.” I wrapped my arms around his muscular chest. It felt like forever since he’d held me though it only been since early morning.

His growl sent little shocks through me. “You feeling better? You were sound asleep when I left this morning.”

I tipped my head back to meet his gaze. “After last night, I needed my rest.”

“Was it too much? I recall you being rather enthusiastic. Nice dress, by the way.” The dress was new, and I bought it, hoping he’d like it.

“I wasn’t complaining; it was only a statement of fact.” His hands were drifting lower over my body, skimming my hips. “I don’t think we’re going to both fit on that bed,” I whispered. I slid my hands up underneath his scrubs against his bare chest. I loved the feel of his hard muscles under my fingers.

“I don’t think I’ve fucked you on a desk since we last visited Lachlan. We’re overdue.” His hands explored under my black silk dress. He inhaled sharply.

My heart beat faster, but I feigned nonchalance. “I’m pretty sure we’ve covered every horizontal surface in the townhouse.”

“No panties?” His fingers went right to work, strumming my clit.

“Merry Christmas, Malcolm,” I whispered, widening my stance. “Oh! I have a Christmas present for you.”

“Can I open it later? I’m busy.” He unbuttoned my dress, letting it fall to my feet. As I skipped a bra, my nipples hardened under his gaze. It almost killed me to step away from him, but I reached back and snagged his gift.

He sat down on the lower bunk then crooked his finger at me. “I’ll only open it if you sit on my lap.”

“If you promise to behave.” I was already moving toward him. Who was I kidding? I settled into his lap.

He shook the box good-naturedly, raising one eyebrow in that sexy way that always had me creaming my panties. “I wonder if we got each other the same thing?” He mused.

“We said no gifts,” I said primly, before lightly nibbling on his ear. His hard cock was under my ass. I was excited for him to not only open his gift but to remove his scrub bottoms.

“But you got me something.” He pulled the ribbon and paper off with his arms still around me while I leaned my head against his shoulder.

“It’s more of a joint gift.” Suddenly I felt shy. What if he didn’t like it?

“Now, I’m intrigued.” He dropped the wrapping paper on the floor then lifted the lid. He went still. Malcolm removed the old-fashioned diaper pin I’d placed inside. At the end that housed the clasp, I’d glued a bit of the Malcolm family tartan around it. He stared at it.

My heart raced.

Blood pounded in my ears. Maybe this was the wrong way to go about it.

“You’re pregnant.” He said, quietly.

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