Page 76 of Forbidden Heroes

I wince. Her voice sounds lost and is angel-soft to my ears. It’s getting harder to listen to the rational voice in my head telling me to keep my hands to myself. To see her bubbly spirit broken crushes me.

“Take your time. We’ll talk some more after you have a minute to yourself.”

With a dip of her lashes, she hides her eyes from me and I feel the loss instantly.

“Thank you, Maddox.”

I hiss quietly. God, those three small words from her lips might as well be grenades detonating one by one inside me. I don’t hesitate. I step in, raising her chin with a light touch and when I see unshed tears in her eyes, my arms are pulling her into my body. Her small frame melds to my larger body. Her dips and grooves finding mine like we’re made for each other.

Blood thunders in my ears, and the thought of making her forget all the bad no matter what it takes has my cock jerking with renewed need between us.

“Maddox?” She groans. Actually groans, her delicate hand resting on my back holding me just as tight.

I can feel the hammering of her heart and my lips are on hers kissing her, devouring the sadness I can sense inside her. Her hands slide down my sides and she has those perfect fingers of hers wrapping around the thickness of my cock, stroking me through the material of my slacks before I can stop her. Not that I want to. No sane man would.

Precum slips from the tip of my cockhead to wet the silk of my boxers, causing me to growl into her sweet mouth.

She takes that as a sign and has her hands buried in my hair and mine in hers in the next second.

So fucking wrong and good. But all I can think about is wanting more. More of her mouth all over my body, her pouty pink lips wrapped around my pulsing cock and her swallowing every last drop of my milk down her queen-like throat. She’d suck the soul out of my body if that ever happened and has me ready to lose every ounce of control I have and shoot off in my pants. I want her young, tight, unprotected pussy sliding down every inch of my cock as I find out if her nipples are as delicious as they look.

But I can’t forget the stigmas of society which state what we are doing is wrong. It doesn’t matter what I think or how we feel, this can’t happen.

Somehow with the help of some unseen force, I claw my way out of the lust-filled haze fogging my brain. “You’d be the fucking devil’s only weakness,” I say, pulling my lips from hers.

I put space between us before I lose all my control and take her on my bathroom counter. “Amber, this can’t happen.”

Her eyes are glazed over with the same desire running through me and a pretty pink flush over her cheeks.

“Professor?” She looks at me in surprise.

I scrub a hand down my face. “Shit. I’m sorry, Amber.” I stumble back and hit the bathroom door. “That shouldn’t have happened. None of it should have,” I mutter between clenched teeth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I grit my teeth and clamp my jaw tight, my hands falling to my sides. We lock eyes, and there’s no hiding the shock and confusion on her face that I put there.

“I’ll be downstairs,” I grate out before closing the door behind me.

I need a better plan than have all that temptation at my fingertips but right now I just need to get through the night without sinking my cock between my student’s irresistible thighs and fucking her until we both can’t stand.

Six

Amber

Taboo is never a word I thought would apply to my life but after seeing the dean lose his control and kiss me again, and after feeling his impressive cock in my hands, I know there is no way either of us will walk away. Not without taking what we want. Something is going to happen between us, it’s only a matter of time. I’m sure of it.

One thing is for sure—I no longer have to wonder if he wants me. Tonight proved that fact no matter how much distance he wants to put between us.

I rinse the shampoo from my hair and savor the fresh scent. His scent. Nothing special or fancy, but I’ll always associate the smell of tangy citrus with Maddox after this.

It doesn’t take me long to work in the conditioner then lather my body. At the slightest touch, my nipples peak beneath the bubbles, eager for attention. No surprise. After feeling Maddox’s strong hands on my body and his firm lips taking mine, I’m surprised I didn’t tackle him in the middle of his bathroom. I run my hands down lower and glide the pad over my clit. I stroke the tiny pleasure nub and pant into the steamy air. I’m slick in seconds and ready for penetration, but I can’t seem to make myself reach the climax I feel building inside me. My body wants to feel the masculine touch of Maddox again and not mine.

I give up and rinse, but the hum is still there, hovering just out of my reach.

Ten minutes and I have my hair towel dried along with the rest of me. I find a brush and run it through the long tresses taking in my pink-tinged cheeks and glow in the mirror. And the nice golf ball-sized bruise on my cheek. Maddox’s eyes had a hard time staying off it.

I return the brush and make sure I leave the bathroom as I found it. There are two doors. One I don’t know where it leads to. Another room? The hall? So I take the other, which opens up to Maddox’s room bathed in warm light from the two floor lamps on either side of the room. Seeing his most personal space gives me a new excitement, and I’m surprised to see it so tidy. But what really has my attention is the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I know I have no right to think or feel the jealousy clawing at me, but I can’t help but wonder how many women he’s invited to his bed. I kind of like the idea of being the only one he craves and desires, fleeting fantasy or not.

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