Page 143 of Forbidden Heroes

Sanity took a back seat as I let myself get lost in his taste. Reason and right and wrong no longer hit my radar.

All I can think, feel, and sense is one-hundred percent Mason Savage.

A hint of mint lingers on the reclusive billionaire’s lips as if his second favorite thing in the world is popping peppermint candies from the dish I spy on the corner of his desk among the stacks of files.

The first being me with how devoted he is to tasting every crevice of my mouth.

And me his, because, holy shit, I’m craving more as he wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me closer.

So fucking good I can’t get enough.

Beneath the mint I catch a hint of smooth, rich whiskey as his tongue swirls over mine.

His other hand slips down my waist and teases the hint of flesh peeking out along my stomach. My body quivers and my breath shakes in my chest.

I groan when he pulls away enough to hover over my parted lips, his own only a whisper from mine. “Happy birthday, angel.”

I tease his bottom lip with my tongue until he kisses me again. Heat hotter than the sun consumes me and parts of me that have never been touched by so much need ignite. Every single cell in my heated body aches with a need to learn his touch. His taste. And to learn my own. And I want him to be the one to take me. I feel it in my soul. It feels so dirty yet so right. I’ve never felt the kind of fires he stirs in me and I’m scared on some level, but excitement in the way he looks at me outweighs everything else.

“Has a man ever been between those creamy, soft thighs, my angel?”

His pet name for me has the strip between my legs damp.

He groans when I shake my head no and that small action sparks a fiery hunger inside him.

I feel and see it in his dark gaze.

A fierceness so alive within him, it lures me in and I fall willingly into the comfort of his touch and taste like I need my next breath.

He buries his hand deeper into my hair and tightens just enough to draw a deep moan from my lips.

“Good. I would have killed anyone who dared touch you before tonight.”

“Not that William’s friends didn’t try to get fresh. I don’t think they know what consent or age limits are.”

The mere mention of my uncle and he turns fierce like he could level the other man for simply thinking of allowing harm to come to me. I’ve never had someone stand up for me and the new feeling brings tears to my eyes.

He went completely still. “I’ll deal with him later.” He kisses my forehead then my lips with a gentle brush of his mouth. “No tears from my angel. No one will ever harm you again while I’m breathing,” he whispers, releasing my lips to trail wet kisses along my jaw and dips lower to ravish my neck with his tongue and teeth, leaving a wet trail of warmth in his wake. Fuck, I can’t seem to draw enough thought to care about anything other than him slowly easing his hand under the hem of my skirt.

“What possessed you to be a naughty girl this Christmas, angel?”

“That’s easy. Naughty girls get the best presents, don’t they?”

He nipped the plump mound of first one breast and then the other, a finger trailing over the soft yet, less than modest cleavage of my costume. He pulled and on command my rosy pink nipple pops free. My areola is raised and plump, giving the peaks a slightly puffy look.

Like a greedy wolf, the older man dips his head, wrapping his tongue around the hard, jutting tip, and devours my breast like a starved beast.

My gaze is drawn down as his soft, warm tongue passes over my candy hard nipple, a shot of electricity zings straight to my core and it settles there, growing in warmth.

I clench my thighs and nothing can hold back my groans.

“Oh baby girl. You're perfect. So responsive.” He twirls his tongue around my nipple again and I swear I can see the stars from nine galaxies away.

“I want you.” Words I didn’t mean to utter slip from my lips and he growls. An actual growl and I’m amazed someone like me can pull such uncontrolled lust from an experienced, much older man.

“This,” he purrs, stroking a gentle finger the length of my body, stopping just as he reaches my virginity, “…will soon be all mine.”

Shivers play with my senses and cause my body to erupt with a burst of delight. “Yes.”

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