Page 171 of Forbidden Heroes

The man’s steps faltered, but he quickly regained composure and squared his shoulders. “Will you be dining with us, Sir? The chef has several additions to the holiday menu that we’d love to have your opinion on.”

Annoyance flickered through me, and I cast a glance over my shoulder to see Angel had paused next to one of the marble columns in the middle of the lobby. Her teeth worried her bottom lip and she shifted her weight with uncertainty.

I tamped down the quick flash of anger I felt at the man responsible for causing my Angel even a brief moment of insecurity because as I looked back at the maître d’, my gaze encountered numerous hotel guests, hotel staff, and even one of my executives around the lobby.

I might want nothing more than an hour alone with my Angel and the freedom to do anything I wanted to her body, but I wasn’t some anonymous man. Not in this hotel. And not anywhere these days since my company had grown beyond my wildest dreams. Business magazines regularly featured articles about my success and news rags loved to make up dramas in my personal life to share with their gossip-loving readers. I might create a safe zone for our guests, but it seemed I am all but fair game these days. Small-town living doesn’t mean a thing when it involved a multi-billion-dollar hotel.

The reminder of who I was stopped me cold. I held up a finger toward Angel and turned back to the man, assuming my mask of professionalism. “I have another engagement today, I’m afraid. But call up to my assistant and make an appointment for a tasting this week. I’m very interested to see what holiday delicacies our guests will be experiencing in the coming weeks.”

His face brightened. “Thank you, Sir.” The man turned back to his restaurant, leaving me contemplating what to do about Angel. Things had aligned perfectly so that I managed to catch moments alone with her in my personal elevator last night. But what I’d planned for this afternoon needed more space than a private elevator provided.

Plus, it was one thing to take a calculated risk for a one-time tryst in the elevator. I couldn’t be seen regularly entertaining Angel in there. Word would get out and the press would be hounding me. And worse, hounding Angel. Anger surged through me at the thought of her being harassed because of an association with me. The anger was further fueled by the idea of some sleazy paparazzo getting more information about her than I myself possessed.

But I hadn’t made it this far in business without the ability to think fast on my feet. My first impulse was to take her straight up to my penthouse. The thought of her limbs sprawled against my thousand thread count sheets hardened my cock to the point of near-pain. But despite the temptation, I remembered my hard and fast rule when it came to the women I engaged with in casual relationships—no bringing them to my personal space. It implied an intimacy that would only lead to false hopes.

But I did have a room I kept special for visiting family or friends. It was kept clean and ready at all times since my family liked to drop in unannounced.

My mind settled the moment I had a plan and I turned decisively toward Angel while I slid a keycard from the wallet tucked discreetly inside my breast pocket. When I reached her, I pressed the card to her palm, permitting myself just the barest brush of my thumb against her wrist and a quick inhale that filled my head with her delicate, sweet scent.

“Check your phone,” I murmured without missing a step as I continued past her and toward the elevator bank along the back wall.

I waited only moments before an elevator opened in front of me. I stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor. As the doors slid shut, I allowed myself the brief indulgence of a glance back at her and I chuckled internally as confusion, annoyance, and desire skittered across her face.

Wasting no time as the elevator started moving, I pulled my phone out and texted her:

Angel, Go to Room 308. Let yourself in and wait for me. I expect to find you on your knees when I get there. You promised me something last night, but I don’t have much time. And I fully expect you to leave the hotel with the taste of my cum on your tongue within the hour. Scrooge.

Six

Wynter

Forbidden wet heat settled between my legs. The hotel room Mateo gave me the key to sat in a corner of the massive mansion-like castle with two large windows covered with thick expensive floor-length curtains the color of midnight if there were a full moon. Gray with a tinge of royal blue. They were beautiful and silky smooth to the touch. And expensive no doubt.

I pushed them open to admire all the glittered specs of sunlight bouncing off the pristine white snow. Several guests were off to the side building snowmen while others were in the watchtowers looking out over the town with high powered binoculars. North Pole was magical at Christmas time. All year round, really. And this was turning out to be the best holiday season ever.

I left the curtains open and checked out the rest of the room. The centerpiece was a giant king-sized bed. A dozen red roses sat in a crystal vase on the desk with three red candles sitting in amongst fresh garland. Pine and cinnamon scents filled the room making it feel like Christmas had finally arrived. As I inhaled the soothing scents, I caught sight of myself in the mirror over the massive mahogany desk.

My new appearance still caused a double-take. I did look like a new woman. The green dress, the black patent heels and the siren red lipstick were not what a junior accountant at the Luna wore. This was what Mateo’s Angel wore to a sexy hotel hook-up. The prospect of which left me excited, nervous and after the elevator last night, my panties were already damp anticipating this afternoon. I debated taking them off, but I left them on for Mateo to discover. Something told me he’d want to do that himself.

Mateo hadn’t specified where he wanted me to wait. Kneeling in front of a bed sounded dull. Who knew how long he’d be? Mateo was an important man. I debated ignoring his order just to see what he’d do if he found me naked in the bed or waiting in the giant soaking tub.

Truth was, I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted to obey him. The thought of it turned me on more than I thought possible. Maybe that’s why I remained a virgin for so long. I was waiting for Mateo to take me in hand.

I turned down the lights in the room to a sexy glow of warm golden light. I set my purse next to the roses. I slipped out of my dress, staying in nothing but my panties, and then knelt before the windows. I was mesmerized by the lightly falling snow when the door lock released.

I half turned, biting my lower lip. I’d seen how that caught his attention before.

“Angel, what are you doing?” He entered the room slowly.

“I’m on my knees waiting for you. Ready for you to make use of my mouth. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Mateo crossed the room in three quick strides, jerking the curtain closed. “With the curtains wide open so anyone with binoculars can see what’s mine, Angel?”

His nostril flared and I didn’t miss the growl of disapproval. I bit down on my bottom lip once more as a tingle of pleasure skittered through me. Mateo was jealous.

Oh my God. I let that thought roll around in my brain while I reached out to his belt. I tipped my head back, mirroring the pose he’d had when he was in front of me on his knees last night. Only last night, even when he was on his knees, I’d felt like he’d controlled everything. And again now as I peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, I felt like I was his to command.

His face was a tense mask, not giving me one hint of what he was thinking. I pulled in a shuddering breath and continued to do as I promised.

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