Page 105 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“I want this to be a sleigh ride you remember.” Snow clung to his dark hair. He looked rugged, handsome, and utterly in charge. Not at all like a man fingering me under a pile of blankets on a Christmas sleigh ride. “I told you not to wear panties. You chose to disobey me. Now I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never forget this sleigh ride.”

“It’s the only sleigh ride I’ve been on, so I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem.”

He nuzzled my ear. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Fuck, yes.” I breathed. It didn’t just feel good; it felt fucking fantastic.

“Try again.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Now that’s a good girl. Don’t worry, Fergus is deaf as a post when he needs to be.”

This was madness. Not just getting fingered in the sleigh, though that was part of it. I was falling in love with Malcolm. And with his fingers stroking the fuck out of my pussy, it was hard to believe that.

The snowfall increased so that even Fergus wasn’t visible. The only sound was the sled runners sliding across the snow and the slight jingle of the horses’ bells.

Meanwhile, Malcolm stroked me until nearly all thought left my brain.

Maddening! I’d hoped he was just teasing me planning to leave me wet, ready, and very frustrated. But Malcolm never did anything half way.

Now I understood he was going to make me come during a sleigh ride. And what was more incredible was that I, an independent professional woman, wanted it.

“Come for me, Holly. That sweet pussy of yours feels so good. I only wish my cock was inside you, feeling you grab me, milk me and take my milk.”

His thumb rubbed my swollen clit. I bit my lip to hold back a cry as my climax hit me with the force of a blizzard.

Malcolm’s lips met mine in a fierce kiss. He swallowed my cries as I rode his hand.

My body was on fire as sparks of electricity sizzled through my body. Snowflakes fell on my hot face, melting on my lashes and cheeks.

I opened my eyes to find Malcolm studying me.

“Happy now?” The blankets had been pulled up to our shoulders. I was dazed.

“Very. You?” He looked smug.

I glanced towards the front of the sleigh. The snow was still falling thickly obscuring him. Again, I’m sure our activities hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“You do this kind of thing often?” My question surprised me. I tried very hard not think of Malcolm and another woman. Back in New York, he was a player.

“Only with you.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

What the fuck was I doing? A girl from the Bronx doesn’t take sleigh rides with a Scottish duke.

This was some seriously crazy shit, not a slutty version of the Hallmark channel.

The sleigh slowed.

“Where are we?” Everything looked white and green.

“It’s the duke of Lachlan’s responsibility to choose the best tree. Fergus selects a tree in summer like any sensible man. Then all the duke needs to do is take a ride out and approve of it when everything is covered in snow. The grounds keeping staff will cut it down and bring it back to the house.”

“You mean we didn’t even need to do this?” I was still the haze of my orgasm. I wasn’t even sure what I was saying.

“Miss a sleigh ride with you?” Malcolm kissed me hard and I opened my mouth to him, letting his tongue slide over mine. He pulled back. “Besides, I thought you liked it.”

Arrogant asshole. Of course, I liked it. I fucking loved it. But that was not the point.

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