Page 159 of Forbidden Heroes

“You big lug,” I chastise Mason. “Why did you have to scare him? He was only trying to help.” I secretly love his possessiveness, but I keep that to myself. It’s not like he needs any encouragement in that department.

“Men like him need a good lesson on how to keep their hands off what is not theirs.” His tone is clipped and his brow is furrowed with anger. This is going to be fun. I already know what awaits me when he gets me behind a closed door. I fight to keep my smile to myself.

“I won’t argue.”

He slams his office door closed and I hear the lock snick into place.

“I thought we could have a little lunch before we head out to the doc’s.” I hold up a bag of tacos from our favorite place around the corner and try to bait him a little more. “I’m starving,” I offer, licking my lips and purposefully looking at his already hardening cock currently tucked away behind a wall of cloth.

“I’m having lunch all right, on the couch and I want that skirt of yours around your waist before I can cross this office.”

Now I don’t bother hiding my smile as my man takes what he wants from me. Tacos forgotten, I kneel on the couch and shimmy my hips, my bare ass cheeks peeking out from beneath my skirt.

“Oh, did I forget to mention I’m not wearing any underwear?”

“Naughty angel. I can’t fucking think with how much I need you.”

“Take what you need, baby, and then it’s my turn.”

I cry out, knowing no one can hear us. Then again, I don’t really care as my husband kneels behind me, parts my ass and drags his tongue from pussy to asshole, taking what he needs from me.

I plan on being just as naughty when it’s my turn.

Epilogue

Mason, three years later

Ibury my cock into my angel’s tight pussy and draw strength from the gasp of delight.

I growl when she screams my name.

“Mason, harder!”

I know how to take an order. I inhale the scent of lavender and sweetness of honey from the perfume I gave her as an early Christmas present last night after the baby went to sleep.

I bury my face in her neck and pump my cock into my wife’s fist-tight pussy, her cries of pleasure ricocheting off the four walls of the elevator, and I know I can’t hold on much longer.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She obeys and I drive deeper. Having a rambunctious toddler in the house has led us to find creative ways for alone time.

“Hurry up, we’re almost there.”

I can’t tell if she’s talking about the elevator or her orgasm. I slam my fist against the elevator brakes and we jerk to a stop. I crave the silence. It’s just me and my woman who stole my heart and all my senses.

“Let’s have another baby. Let me plant another little miracle in your belly, angel.”

I drive hard and fast and she grips me close. Her scent washes over me. She grabs my hair in both hands and I grunt, loving how crazy I’ve made her. I can see the wild in her eyes and I love it when she gets like this. My cock swells and I can feel my seed ready to explode as my balls tighten.

“Yes, ride me harder, angel.”

I rip open her shirt and latch onto a supple nipple. Soon, if I have my way, her breasts will be filled with milk. Thinking of the drops leaking out of those pink tight tips takes me to my breaking point.

“Fuck me harder, Mason.”

Her legs tighten and she cries out.

I know we are not leaving this elevator without a second child in her belly. I don’t know how I lived before her.

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