Page 58 of Forbidden Heroes

“I know, Mr. Blackthorne. I know.” She gracefully slips to her knees, parting my thighs. The red of her dress makes the green of her eyes stand out and I’m captivated by her beauty all over again. She thinks we have an hour and a half ride back to New York City and the kids, but I’ve changed our plans. Her best friend, Emberly, has agreed to watch them while I woo my bride all over again.

As if reading my thoughts or because she knows me so damn well, she arches a brow at me as her fingers work my zipper free. “You’ve been quiet all evening. Even while the new economics professor at BU hit on me. You’re up to something and if you’re not going to tell me, maybe I should torture it out of you.” I’m enjoying where she’s taking this sex kitten act.

“I didn’t need to say anything. My murderous look said it all.”

She purses her lips in that cute little way that makes me want to kiss her until we both forget what day it is.

“Touché. Now he’ll fear the very sight of me.”

“He should,” I groan letting my head fall back against the padded seat of the limo.

Soft fingers find my cock and pull me free of my boxers. I spread my legs wider for the love of my life and slide down in the seat a bit. Watching her give her time to all the people at the ribbon cutting ceremony tonight pushed my patience to the limits. I’ve wanted her since watching her slip the red number on.

I watch in awe as she holds my gaze, parts those devilish red lips that have had my cock hard all night and slips them over the crown of my arousal and takes me deep; so fucking deep the head of my cock is now caressing the back of her throat. I want to let go within the confines of her mouth but I hold back. The evening is just getting started and I have a lot planned for my beautiful wife.

Five long months of sharing her time while she established a new scholarship program to help unwed mothers is in place and the new wing of Blackthorne University she personally saw funded has been celebrated, ribbon cut and everyone toasted as of twenty minutes ago. Now my wife is mine again and I don’t plan on letting her out of my site until I’ve had my fill. Starting now.

She starts to work me, wrapping her delicate hand around my shaft, working the tip with her mouth greedy-like. She’s hungry for me and that makes me even harder for her.

She groans around my fat cock, passing her tongue over the delicate underside, making me give a little thrust. It also makes me spill more pre-cum and my sweetness has always loved the taste of me on her wet tongue.

My voice is deep, gruff. “That’s it, feed the wild little kitten inside you. Take me deeper. I want to feel the back of that throat. Fuck, Rosalee, that mouth is heaven and hell.”

Her breath catches as I pump up into her hot mouth. Her eager little moans have my hot seed ready to spill. I reach around and tug down the zipper to her evening gown and my balls draw up tight at the sight of her heavy breasts spilling free. I cup them and love the feel of their weight in my hands. I take a nipple between my fingers work the tip the way she likes.

My hand slides down to cup her ass through her dress and my other work her hair lose until the blonde lengths fall below her shoulders. “I’m going to come in your mouth, baby.” The soft dome light overhead shows streaks of red lipstick on my cock and I feel owned.

Fire boils in my veins and my load shoots into her mouth. She works me, taking it all in, drinking me down like she’s walked the Sahara and I’m all she craves to quench her thirst.

I haul her up from the floor and she straddles me. Her frilly part of her dress around her thighs. We roll to a stop just as her phone rings.

Our eyes lock. I know she’s worried about the kids, but they are in good hands.

She reaches for her clutch but I toss it to the other side of the limo. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re mine. All mine.”

“The kids, Gideon. Emberly. She’ll need to get back home. We’ve already been out for hours.” Worry lines pop up between her brows.

My hands slide up and I squeeze her breasts still filled with milk from giving birth only months before, making Rosalee gasp and tremble in my hands. I tease her nipples and she arches into my touch. My spent cock is already hard again and I know she can feel me against the thin fabric of her panties. She’s worn an evening gown that she thinks helps hide all her newly acquired curves. I hate to break it to her but it only enhanced them more and made her look all the more delicious. I wasn’t the only man at tonight ribbon cutting ceremony to think the say either. I’m just the only one who gets to enjoy unwrapping all this lusciousness.

“They are fine. I’ve already taken care of it and Emberly loves baby Rosa. I wouldn’t be surprised if she kidnaps all three of them and takes them home for the weekend.” Sweet Rosa is nine months old and our twin boys are now fourteen and adore their baby sister. We went through a long period of infertility after the twins but were finally blessed with a baby girl. I wouldn’t have pulled us away or left them under the care of a trusted friend if I didn’t believe everyone to be safe.

Her eyes narrow on me. “I knew you were up to something. Always standing off to the corner on the phone. Every time I looked around for you that contraption was glued to your ear.”

I shrug and pull her in for a deep kiss of those ruby smeared lips.

When she comes up for air she realizes we’ve stopped long before reaching the city.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a surprise.” We moved to New York City after she completed her masters in psychiatry and left our house on the cliff as a retreat of sorts. As for me, I can work from anywhere and if the Big Apple is where my baby needs to be, then so do I. It’s been a couple of years since we could make it back here and I can’t wait to get her inside and lock her away from the rest of the world. Even if it is for only a night. Maybe two, if I’m lucky.

I wrap a knuckle on the divider separating us from the driver signaling that will be all for the evening then walk my bride inside and seal the door shut.

Her dress semi clings to her ample bust as I let her slide down my body. The second her feet hit the floor she takes a step back. Then another.

She tsks. “You’ve been busy planning haven’t you.” She takes in the freshly cleaned house. The sofa where we made love our first night here after Lux and the fireplace where I revealed my deepest, darkest secrets to her.

“You approve?” I ask, already seeing the answer pass over her sweet expression.

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