Page 184 of Forbidden Heroes

“Women are only after the lifestyle I can afford them.” He started his pacing up and I knew he wasn’t really talking to me, but rather working through all the details about our hook-up What we’ve shared. What I’ve shared about myself. He had to know I was telling the truth, but he had to get there on his own now. Anything I said would just make him lose trust.

But I feared my Christmas fling with a man I have loved since the moment I saw him ended the second Porter butted into the suite. And I only have myself to blame. Now I’ll probably lose my job along with the love of my life.

I reached over, snagging my panties. It was the final humiliation, having them lie there on the couch taunting me with what we’d done in this very spot just a little while ago while he ended things.

I stood. “I’ll just find my shoes and be gone.”

Mateo had ceased his pacing. Now he stood at the windows looking down on Central Park. The lights in the room acted more like a mirror reflecting his frown and his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

I hastily dressed and gathered my shoes and purse. I was about to slink out the door when Mateo turned away from the window.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m leaving, Mateo. You made it perfectly clear what this was before it started. I broke your rules. I’m not going to stay so you have the pleasure of kicking me out. Better luck with your next virgin.” I headed straight for the door.

Mateo moved so fast, I found myself pinned against the door before I so much as blinked. I hated myself for weakening at his touch, but God help me, I did. I turned my head away from him and closed my eyes. “Don’t tease me. It’s not fair.”

“You want to talk about fair?” Mateo’s breath on my ear made me shiver. He flexed his pelvis against me. “Is that fair that my cock craves you even now? Is it fair that burying myself in your sweet pussy is all I can think about?”

I muttered thickly, “There’ll be other virgins you can conquer.”

Mateo drew a finger down the side of my neck, across my collarbone, and then dipped down to my cleavage. He stroked my nipple through my top. “I’m done with virgins.”

He continued playing with my nipple. His breath was warm against my skin.

I arched into him, squeezing my legs together. It was no good. “Mateo, please.”

“Please, what?” His free hand dropped lower, stroking my belly. “Are you wet for me, Angel?”

“Always.” I shuddered.

“We have a real problem. I can’t fuck employees. But you want me to fuck you, don’t you, Angel?”

He slid his hand under my hem and between my legs. “Oh baby, you are so ready for me.”

He cupped my pussy, and I started moving my hips against his hand, praying he’d slide a finger or two inside me so I’d have one more memory to cherish once he was out of my life.

“One last time?” I couldn’t bear to look at him and see the contempt in his eyes.

Mateo’s fingers spread my folds. Two strong fingers began stroking inside me while his thumb circled my clit. Mateo and his talented fingers. I was going to miss them.

My legs wobbled.

“Open your eyes, Angel.”

I did as I was told. His intense gaze was intent on mine. My breath came in harsh pants and my legs trembled as I fought to remain on my feet.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Angel. I’m going to fuck you because that’s what you want. Right?”

“Yes.” The word broke from me on a throaty whisper.

“How do you want it?”

“I don’t care, Mateo. I just want you inside me.” My tone was pleading.

“I am inside you, Angel. I know you can hear that.” He slid his finger in and out of my sopping pussy.

“I need your cock inside me.”

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