Page 46 of Forbidden Heroes

“Oh, I’m sorry.” A very beautiful, very naked blonde with shapely hips and berry-tipped tits is spread out on what I know is Professor Blackthorne’s bed. Her silky blonde hair is a sight of perfection on the black silk of his sheets. At least he’d had them changed.

What the fuck? My limbs freeze right along with my brain.

“I didn’t realize this room was occupied,” I stutter and back out of the room just as she sits up, her mouth poised open as if to say something.

Yep. don’t care. I don’t want to know what she has to say, because I’m not sure I can handle words at the moment I’m so mad. Mad at myself for how stupid I am to get so caught up in a man when I should be focused on my family. And mad at letting my body carry me so far into a fantasy I have lost all sense of myself. Chasing after a man is not me.

And I’m mad at the professor for hiding his identity from me when he had to have known it was me last night.

But still, I don’t have the proof I came here looking for either. Or do I? The doorman didn’t refute my claim when I used the professor’s name. Grrr. I just want out of here.

I trudge through the halls, backtracking my steps. I am so caught up in my thoughts and anger I don’t see the wall of muscle in front of me until my nose is buried in all that glorious hardness.

Damn my fingers for flexing around two taut pecs.

And that’s when I smell it. The cologne. His cologne. My mystery lover’s. On my professor.

My lover’s.

Two words as foreign to me as the feeling they stir.

I raise my gaze, up and up a little further until my gaze lands on a set of dark, piercing eyes.

“Professor Blackthorne.”

There’s my proof, I suppose. But my heart wants to cry. This night is not going how I planned or thought it would.

I shove all that aside and sidestep the man. No need to say anything. I’ll just drop out, go home and find another way to bring my family back on their feet.

Apparently, my brain decided it wanted to take over for my heart, because when I open my mouth to apologize for running into him, something else entirely comes out.

“Your new fuck of the night is upstairs waiting on you. You’ll love her tits. Promise.”

I have to give him credit. He looks perplexed at first as he takes me in, but I don’t buy it and shove his massive size to the side so I can get by. Or at least I try. He doesn’t move, as expected. Instead he lords his large size over me like a bull and is huffing like one too.

I crank my chin high and shove my shoulders back. I’m no charity case, and I can’t help but feel played or pitied. “Don’t play stupid. I know what goes on here and had I known it was you at the auction last night buying me for the evening, I would have never let you between my legs. And take that look of confusion off your face. I didn’t know it was you, but you sure the hell knew it was me. You’re the one that picked my card off the floor two days ago in your lecture hall with my name on it. Remember?”

“Make up your mind, Ms. Johnson. Are you mad because someone else was taking your virginity last night when you wanted it to be me or that there’s someone else in my private rooms this evening? You need to pick.”

Why, the sheer arrogance! “Why do you think I wanted it to be you to take my virginity? A little full of yourself, Professor.”

“Because you screamed my name not once but all three times I made you cum around my cock last night.”

My face falls.

“I did what?” I gasp.

I wrap my arms over my chest protectively, and his gaze dips to my breasts where my hard nipples are peaking through the thin material of my blouse, thoroughly betraying me. “Don’t get too excited. My nipples react to a varying degree of emotions, and I don’t believe you.”

Blackthorne drops his chin to his chest and stalks forward, pushing me deeper into a small alcove off the side of the long corridor. Partially tucked out of sight, he raises his hands and anchors his arms on either side of me until I can do nothing but glare back at him through the eyes of my silk mask.

“You moaned the first. It was a delicious sound. Fuck, it made me harder. Then when you cried the second, I fucked you faster until you screamed my name a third time. Then I released my cum and filled your tight pussy with all of me.”

I shudder at his filthy words. “I remember that part, thank you very much and we used a condom.”

“Indeed,” he chuckles low, considering me for a moment beneath hooded eyes.

Damn, it I hate it when he does that. It’s like he can see way too damn much of me.

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