Page 48 of Forbidden Heroes

My head falls back against the padded wall.

“Fuck me, Professor. Fuck me hard and tell me you only want me.” Maybe a demand I have no right to, but right now I don’t care. I need to hear the words.

“Want you? I can’t get you out of my head. Out of my system, woman. You’ve drugged me and I’m hooked.”

He works my body with short, powerful thrusts, and I feel my release building as he takes me with his bare cock.

He anchors a strong arm around my waist and leans back, driving his cock deeper, reaching places I had no idea a man could make me feel. My man.

“This pussy is mine. You’re mine. Now come for me, Rosalee.”

I peel the mask off just as my release hits, arch into his arms, and scream out, “I’m coming, Gideon. I’m coming. Take me.” Let anyone who wants to listen have at it. Let them be jealous of me for once.

I melt into Gideon’s powerful arms as I glide off the ledge of my release, knowing I’m safe and he won’t let me fall.

My tight sheath grips his length and he grunts his grip like iron around me. Warm cum shoots into me, and I savor the feeling of him finding his release.

He falls into my arms, leaning us against the wall and blocking us both from any onlookers.

“Fuck, woman, what magic have you bewitched me with? My mind, body and cock are no longer mine.”

“Cunning question, professor. I was about to ask you the same thing. I see you and my body thinks you own it.” My voice is a raspy, sexy number I don’t recognize. Then again, I just had sex in a public corridor in a sex club. If there ever was a time to rock my sex kitten vibes, now is the time.

His rumbling laughter feels heavenly against my sensitive nipples, and I inhale sharply, letting my eyes dip closed.

He squeezes one, and then the other, tipping me over into a wave of aftershocks I didn’t know was in me.

As he slows and I feel my heart rate drop back to earthly known speeds, I run my hands through the soft thickness of Gideon’s hair, pressing my forehead against his. “Tell me, who was the double D blonde chick in your suite naked and ready?”

“Someone who won’t be working here for long. A woman who can’t take no for an answer. Now, Ms. Johnson. Are you ready to go home?”

“I suppose.” I clench the velvety grip of my pussy around his spent cock, and he growls next to my ear, “I mean, I could go home or we could continue this upstairs after you vacate the busty blonde with the beautiful tits.”

We’re tucked far enough away from prying eyes that I don’t feel as shy about his peeling aside the V cut of my blouse and pulling free a nipple as I should be. Good Southern girl and all. It’s getting easier to be the wild, naughty student with my professor, and I’m just fine with that.

I lean back, forcing my excited nipple forward, and he groans around the tip as he sucks the peak into the warmth of his mouth.

“I much prefer these,” he professes around his mouthful of my tit. He slowly pumps into me, and I can feel him hardening for another round.

I rub the tips of our noses together and wind my arms around his neck, letting my head fall onto his strong shoulders. “Unless you want round two right here, right now and where everyone can see you claim your student, I suggest we move to a more private setting.”

He raises his head with a devilish grin on his hungry lips. “I agree. You’re coming home with me. I want to see that beautiful tattoo up your back again. I didn’t get to fully enjoy it last night.”

“Ahh, you like that, did you?” I’d gotten the spine tattoo topped by a beautiful lily at the start of my father’s decline with the words: Life is tough my darling, but so are you.

Seeing my dad in pain and fighting through it steeled my own willpower to never give up. As a reminder to always fight, I’d gotten the ink for the tough days. Maybe it was even a little prophetic.

I’m feeling a dreamy sleep come over me after he straightens our clothes and pulls me back into his arms. I pay no attention to where he is leading us as we make a right down one corridor and a left down another until we exit the side of the club and the cool night air hits my heated skin. All I know is that I’m safe in his arms. He settles me into the back of his limo and pulls me into his lap. As the car starts rolling, he tightens his hold around me and it feels possessive.

Primal.

“I own this. I own you, Rosalee. I told you if you took your mask off you revealed your true desires to me you would be mine. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to now and forever.”

Eight

Rosalee

Ican’t imagine ever letting another man touch me the way Gideon has. Both my body and my heart.

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