Page 139 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

Looking into the dark eyes of my possible lover, I figured I could either wait for the ring and white wedding dress as my mother demanded or do this one thing for me. No one needed to know. Not like I was looking to walk the aisle anytime soon.

All the other men that run in my circle thought landing the powerful corporate lawyer Theo Connor’s daughter as arm candy would boost them up the corporate ladder and earn them favors.

Ugh. Just the thought gave me hives. So, yeah, that didn’t sit well with me.

I’m no one’s arm candy or stepping ladder. If anyone’s going to use the Conner name it would be me. In fact, I’m already a year into law school with the expectation of graduating a year early. I guess law runs in the blood. So, no frilly white dress for me. Not yet anyway. Maybe one day, if the right man came along.

That put me in a pickle. You see, here’s the thing. While I don’t need a man, I did crave the pleasure of having one love my body and give me toe-curling ecstasy the same way my best friend kept raving about with her new boyfriend. I just needed a man who didn’t know my name and was not looking for a permanent hookup. And it seemed my beautiful stranger was on the same page with me.

His dark eyes were pinned to my hard nipples and his hands worked wonders with the plump curves of my ass.

I’m a little rounder than the tall, runway thin girls strutting by wrapped around one billionaire or another. That was fine. I loved my curves like they loved their size zero.

My hot stranger leaned in and the scruff of his stubble scraped against my chin. I felt it all the way to my clit, and I shuddered in his arms.

Warm lips caressed my pulse point, and the jagged little edges of the protective wall I’ve kept around myself for too long weakened.

Holy shit he was good.

He made me glad I decided to go out tonight instead of staying home. Finals were a killer so I deserved a night out for drinks with my best friend. Only she didn’t show due to a work schedule change, but by that time I was already here. And my hot dancer already had me in his arms.

He didn’t waste time wondering if he could ask me to dance either. Our eyes locked over the rim of our drinks from half a club away. Thirty seconds later I felt all of his hard body caress my softer one as we moved across the floor in a slow Latin number that melted panties off women when they had the right partner.

And I did.

And oh boy could this man dance.

A sudden prick of doubt crept up for feeling so damn turned on for a stranger but if I didn’t take control, what would ever change in my life? I’ll forever be the virgin rule follower.

No!

As if he could read my hesitancy, or maybe he felt a small shift in my body, he pulled us to the side of the dance floor where the darkness shadowed our faces from the crowd.

Locking gazes, he slipped a hand around my nape and captured my lips in a slow burn kiss. His tongue swiped over the soft seam of my lips. I opened for him and I’m ready to take this to the next step. I’m ready to jump as long as he was there to catch me.

“Let’s get out of here,” he husked in a soothing low baritone that had me creaming for him.

“I’ve never heard a better string of words.”

His hand slid into mine as his lips trailed a hot kiss down my chin to skim along my exposed collarbone.

Holy fuck.

I buried my hands in his hair, hoping to hold him there for a while longer.

Our moans mixed, thick with desire, and from there on out lust led the way.

Two

Cherry

“My place,” I threw out over the music. My voice was unwavering if a little husky. I wanted this and the way he followed me with a heated look that could melt the clothes off my body was a huge turn on.

I’ve never done this before. God, the most risqué thing I could claim as my ‘wild’ days was wearing a thong bikini during last year's Maldives vacation. My mother nearly had a heart attack, but I loved every minute men stared at me with hunger. Not that I liked all the attention, but it was nice to know they found me desirable. A girl needed that reassurance every once in a while.

And now. Look at me. I had a hot stranger pulling me in for a toe-curling kiss every third step and I couldn’t help but melt into him. This was happening, I repeated in my head. I couldn’t wait to have him spread me over his cock and sink into me.

I lived a couple of blocks away, and I knew my roommate and her boyfriend would be there. We shared a huge loft apartment we divided with only a shared entrance. Going home with a stranger was more than a little risky, but I knew I wouldn’t be truly alone.

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