Page 89 of Forbidden Heroes

“Hold still—I’m hungry again.”

He leans down and my back is off the bed before I can control my reaction to his tongue whipping over my throbbing, aching clit.

I fall back to the bed and raise my legs as he moves down my body farther.

“Stop—you can’t.”

He pauses only a second to ask, “Why?”

And honestly I don’t know anymore.

He flicks his tongue faster over my clit, and my nipples are already responding. Pebbled, hard and aching for attention. I reach up and pinch the tips as he dips a finger into my velvety channel and rims my back entrance with another.

His tongue hasn’t stopped and I can feel another orgasm flame to life and bloom out, ready to rock me into another realm any second.

“Yes, right there,” I groan, clamping my thighs around his head.

“Cum, now, give me those pure, sweet juices.”

An hour later we fall into a heap of tangled arms and legs and if nothing else, I know for sure that this man completes a part of me no other person has ever touched.

Wiping his face, he moves up my body and sucks one nipple into his mouth then the other. They pucker for him, the greedy little things, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. “Your nipples would look even more delicious wearing my birthstone.”

It takes me a second to wrap my brain around what he’s saying. “You mean nipple piercings?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I smirk. “I do kind of like that, but are you trying to put your mark on me, Dean Spencer?”

“Every way I can think of.”

“Good. I like that even more.”

Twelve

Amber

We spend the night like that talking, and the next morning I wake to find my lover has already slipped from our love nest.

I pad my way to the kitchen after a quick shower to find all my clothes neatly folded on the end of his bed with a quick note and my car keys.

“See you at school. Come to my office at noon for a quick lunch with me.” -M

Ismile. “Oh, Dean Spencer, kinky office sex?” I like!

I pour a quick cup of coffee and shoot off a text to my now former boss. Maddox was very firm and made sure I knew I would never have to spend another day on stage again dancing for other men.

I grab my keys and purse and step out and nearly fall flat on my face, trying to back track.

“What the hell?” I lash out. I take a step back and another. “How did you find me?”

A grin that no man should possess crawls across my father’s face. He hooks a thumb toward his girlfriend I didn’t see creeping up on my left. She has a gun in her shaky hand.

“Stupid girl,” he snarls. “In your hurry to get out of town you left this in the trash for Tori to find. How could you leave me like that when I needed you? Just like your momma.”

His eyes are glazed over, and I can tell he’s been pushing the needle.

My heartbeat races and my eyes dart around for help. Anything that I can use to dive behind if the bullets start flying. I’m out here all alone. I pat my pockets. Ohhhh. Crap. No phone and not a chance in hell against him or the gun his flat-out crazy bitch of a girlfriend is swinging around.

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