Page 72 of Forbidden Heroes

“Here, this should help.”

Cold is one problem I don’t have. No, my current problem is that I’m sitting on the dean’s lap and my body’s reaction to him is predictable. Hot and horny when I should be worried and trying to figure out my real problems.

In the soft glow from the dashboard, I can make out that he has another fresh suit jacket that he’s pulled from the back, and the sudden warmth relaxes me. All my emotions swirls around inside my head and aren’t doing me any favors by a long shot.

Life is nothing but chaos, and I don’t know how to handle it.

For some reason that one gesture of kindness sets off a stream of tears running down my cheeks. Strong fingers curl tenderly around my neck, and he gently pulls me into his warm chest. I rest my head in the crook of his neck. I’ve been on my own for so long, I don’t know how to handle the sudden burst of emotions that collide inside me from his kindness.

“God, I’m sorry I’m a mess tonight. I swear I don’t know why I’m crying.” I intake a harsh breath, then the worst possible thing happens.

Ragged sobs tear from me uncontrollably.

I’m shivering as much from the cold I now feel as from the events of tonight.

“Don’t worry about it. Cry all you want. You’re safe here, and we have all the time in the world.”

There’s a firm truth in his words, and I realize I’ve never wanted anything more right now than to feel safe. And wanted.

When I finally settle down enough and wipe at my eyes, he pulls me back until my watery gaze meets his.

“Sweetheart, I need you to try again. Tell me what is going on. Why are you out here all by yourself? Where is your family, your loved ones? People who care for you?”

He speaks softly and close to my ear in a hardened, controlled tone that says more than what is actually coming out of his mouth. Growing up with a volatile father who flips from doting and loving to raging mad has taught me how to read between the lines and note changes in character fast.

Maddox is pissed and is working hard to control that anger for my sake. Only I don’t feel threatened. In fact, I feel sorry for whoever will be on the receiving end of his wrath.

Another round of tears well and threaten to send me off the deep end again. I fight for control and win, but only barely.

“There’s no one,” I mumble against hard muscle. I press my hands against his chest and push myself up until I’m staring him in the eyes. His hands never leave me, and I take all the comfort from the warm feel of his touch on my chilled body that I can get. This moment won’t last long.

I give an abridged version and try not to sound as exasperated about the subject as I feel. “My father is back in SoCal. He’s out of rehab and managed to get himself arrested for what I have no clue. No doubt something to do with the addiction problem he has. I got kicked out of my apartment, and you already know everything else.” I pause, sitting back. “If you don’t mind, can we drop this line of questioning? The night is already crappy enough.” It’s obvious my one-time professor comes from a background of money and revealing my troubled family to a man like him makes my cheeks burn.

“And your mother?” he pushes gently.

I shrug past the stab of pain. “Dead from alcoholism.”

I try to ease off his lap, put a little distance between us, but he tightens his arms around me. I don’t want to give up the heat and comfort between us so I don’t resist. He cups his hand around my neck and draws small, lazy circles over my pulse point in rhythmic strokes.

I hear a ragged “fuck” as I watch him grip the wheel of the truck with his other hand.

With little effort he tips my chin, and when I raise my gaze to his I find his brows furrowed and the suspicious look back in his eyes. He eases his massive size closer until the blurred side views of the parking lot fade to nothing but him. He’s hovering over me, reading my expression as I try to read his, only the dean is way more skilled at hiding his true thoughts than I am, that part is obvious.

I slide my hand over his cheek and moan from the feel of light stubble against my palm.

I wet my lips, and his attention darts to the tip of my tongue. The whole day had spiraled out of control but right now, with his lips hovering near mine and with the hungry look in his eyes, I feel calm.

“Professor,” I start but I don’t finish. His lips are on mine, my words lost to the feel of his hands caressing my breasts beneath his jacket as he devours my mouth. Hard and claiming like the man is. I open when he strokes his tongue over the seam of my lips, and he sweeps in hungrily, stroking over my tongue. He’s memorizing the feel of me it seems and I’m doing the same to him.

Something breaks the second his lips touch mine, and we both lose control. All the wanting and not having has shot my last nerve and I’m taking everything I want right here right now. it’s no secret I want Maddox like I want to live. Life is dull and colorless up until this moment. Every day doing the same thing, denying myself happiness, thinking it should only come after I’ve worked long and hard for it.

But this, he, makes me happy in this moment, and I’m going for it however fleeting the time together may be. I never thought I’d lose my virginity to my dean in the cab of his truck but my imagination clearly needs work.

I gasp and moan with hungry surprise when his cock jerks under me and I drive my hands deeper into his hair as he does the same to me.

Maddox brushes his thumb over one cherry hard nipple and then the other, causing a jolt of live current to rocket straight to my clit. Fiery surges of need take over, and I can’t hold back the shuddering whimper barreling up my chest from escaping my lips. Hot liquid pools between my legs to drench my panties. This is really happening, and I can’t wait for him to spread me open. Show me how a man loves a woman.

From the way the veins in his neck pop, I can tell Maddox feels the shock of electricity between us too. I mean, it’s obvious I’m not the only one breathing heavy here. The steam on the windows shows the obvious. Things are heating up—and confession time—I’m ready for the next phase: experiencing a Maddox induced orgasm.

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