Page 168 of Forbidden Heroes

“Are you locking us in here?” I shrugged off his jacket and handed it to him. He took it from me and hung it from a hook above the panel of buttons.

“I’m making sure we’re not interrupted. Now, I have a question for you.” He unbuttoned his shirt at the wrists, rolling it back to expose his muscular forearms.

I pressed myself against the back of the elevator as my nerves fought their way to the surface again. Mateo did not look pleased.

“Are you Winter Angel?”

“I am,” I whispered. My throat dry as the dessert. I really wished I could’ve had that second martini. Mateo stood close, his warmth brushing against me. So male. So overpowering.

“I have a question for you, too.” My voice sounded tentative even to my own ears. I cleared my throat and dug deep for some courage before I managed to ask my question. “Why are you so angry with me?”

Mateo’s blazing eyes blinked. He took another long look from my head down to my toes.

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” I bit my lip, all my insecurities cutting off my breath in my chest.

I barely uttered the words when Mateo has me in his arms. He pressed me so hard against the wall of the elevator the brass handrail bit into my ass.

The surprise caused me to jerk and when I did, his hands slid over my ass, causing me to grind into his massive erection.

Oh, God. Help me. I am about to sin in an elevator and I’m pretty sure there had to be a camera.

“I don’t like being lied to, Angel,” he gruffed. His face hovered just inches from mine, his kissable lips there and so so tempting. “You’re no virgin.”

“I am. I swear.” Heat tinged my cheeks at my admission, but before I had a chance to compose myself, Mateo’s knee nudged my legs apart. His blue eyes bore into mine. His hand ran down my hip, paused long enough to squeeze my ass before his hand teased underneath the hem of my dress. He took his time working his way up my bare inner thigh, causing me to breathe heavily. And then finally, oh yes. His fingers whisper over my waxed folds and I feel everything. Oh. MY. God. No one ever told me I would be so sensitive.

Warm fingers stroked through my slick lips, and I can feel I’m turning every shade of red with how wet I already am for a man I supposedly don’t know. What must he think of me?

“You’re not wearing any panties.” His voice came thick with supreme confidence.

“You told me not to,” I offered with a small smile.

His fingers traveled down the insides of my thighs before his thumb unerringly found my clit, eliciting a throaty moan from me. I gripped his thick shoulders and let my head fall back against the elevator panel. I may be inexperienced, but I know Mateo’s touch was nothing short of magical.

His finger circled my clit, as he buried his face in my neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there and making me shiver even as I began to tremble against his hand.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t stand those other men wanting you. It was making me crazy,” he whispered before spreading my folds and dipping a finger inside me.

I was already wet but surprise and pleasure made me clamp down on his hand. “Oh!” I gasped.

Mateo pulled his head back and removed his finger. “You really are a virgin. How is that possible?”

I shifted my hips in frustration. I’d been dreaming of this for a very long time. I wanted Mateo and I wanted him now. I blinked up at him. “You should trust what people say more often.” Feeling brave, I fisted his tie and pulled him in. “Please don’t let that be all you do to me tonight.”

Mateo chuckled a deep soul-soothing sound that had me creaming girl-cum down my thighs. “You in a hurry, Angel?” he asked, brushing hair away from my shoulder so he could nip at the pulse point below my ear.

I shivered, burying my fingers in his hair, holding him there a beat longer.

“I just need this.” Feeling bold still, I flexed into Mateo and moaned a deep throaty sound when I feel his cock hard and ready for me.

Mateo’s face darkened a fraction of a second before he captured my mouth with his.

Something wicked and slutty coursed through me. When his lips met mine, I felt seared to him. His tongue slipped between my teeth and I opened my mouth, giving him greater access. His kisses were demanding yet left me frustrated from wanting more. To feel his naked body sliding over mine.

“I have some good news and bad news for you, my Angel.” Mateo broke our kiss. He caressed a slow path up my arms, hooking his fingers in the thin straps of my dress. Inch by inch he rolled each one off my shoulders and with it the top of my dress, trapping my arms against my sides. I’d forgone a bra because when your dress is made of bandages there really isn’t a bra in the world that works.

Slowly as if locked in a dream, Mateo’s hands cupped my breasts, stroking my nipples with his thumbs. “Beautiful. I bet they taste even better.”

Mateo bent me back and leaned forward to capture the tip of one breast with his teeth before laving his tongue over the hardened nub.

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