Page 109 of Forbidden Heroes

Daemon picks up where Erik leaves off. “Catch is, there’s an issue with the code. Whoever created this didn’t complete it. So far, none of us or our teams have been able to write the tail end. In order for us to create the cure, so to speak, we need a completed virus.”

The plane finally levels out and so far, I’m not dead so, ya know. Feeling grateful. I unclench and settle into my seat.

What they say makes sense. “And you need my help?” Seems like they are reaching.

All three nod. “You have a unique way of reading between the lines. Of seeing what’s not there. You’ve solved every equation we’ve thrown at you, every broken code sequence. If you can read it over and see if we’re missing something, we are in the position to repay you in kind.”

Daemon is serious.

“As in work for you?”

“On a temporary basis if you’re willing. See if we are a good fit.” Daemon’s expression is pure wolfish.

A tiny part of me screams with excitement. But I keep it under lock and key. My gaze lands on each of them in turn and I grin sheepishly, “What if I charge upfront?” I know the second it is out of my mouth I willingly trip into the trap they purposefully constructed.

Smart of them, silly of me.

I watch three predatory smiles form. “By all means, please do. We are willing to pay in full.”

Warren is on his feet, scooping me up in his arms. “Let us show you.”

Six

Jemma

Things I don’t understand: why I am going along with this. And why I’m so turned on by three men when it’s obvious society would not welcome my kinks if it ever got out.

And that’s just scratching the surface. I don’t want to look deeper at the moment. I give a nervous laugh, knowing they are not privy to my inner ramblings.

“I can’t imagine the pressure you three are feeling,” I say only half-jokingly. “I mean, you’ve kidnapped me. Showed me top secret materials. How are you going to blackmail me into silence? Sex?”

My words must shock them because for a full five seconds no one speaks.

Warren pops his belt, leans over and hauls me into his arms.

“Professor,” I start and quickly correct myself when he gives me a look.

“If blackmail is what you want, let’s give it to her, men.”

A few paces down a softly lit hallway and a door bangs against something. Three steps and I’m on a bed pinned under the weight of two very large men while the third stands in front of me unbuttoning his shirt.

“Strip her.”

Warren holds my gaze the whole time Erik and Daemon pull me up and free me of every last strip of clothing.

“We took it easy on you at the party, Queen Frost. I bet you’re already wet too, aren’t you? Nothing cold about our little nerd.” He palms a thigh and brings my foot to rest on the bed, which is larger than I thought possible for a private jet this size. I’m spread wide open with Erik at my back, Daemon stripping beside me and Warren on his knees in front of me.

Hot liquid slides down my thighs.

I whimper. Fuck, how did he do that?

Erik’s hands slide down my tummy and when he spread my folds, I actually watch as I drip cum on his fingers.

“Wet and ready to take us,” Erik hisses. He reaches behind me, pushes me forward into Warren’s arms. I’m spread wide, bent over and thoroughly excited for what comes next.

Daemon takes Erik’s place, every glorious inch of his body naked. I twist around to watch as he palms my ass cheeks, exposing every vulnerable inch of me.

“Professor,” I start but my words, whatever they were going to be, evaporate when he drags the head of his swollen cock through my juices. Fisting the length, he nudges against my clit, working it, stroking me, forcing me to fly a little higher with each teasingly slow pass.

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