Page 68 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“I can feel your heat, baby,” Aron husks, his warm breath teasing my center.

“Please, Aron.” I raise my hips as I beg, rising up to meet his mouth. Anticipation thrums through me and I dig my fingers into his soft sheets, my toes curling.

Just as he begins to lower his mouth to me, his phone rang on the nightstand.

Strong fingers spread my honey-covered folds and it’s then I realize a faint shrill cutting through my lust-fogged brain.

Aron groans and shoves to his feet, a look of irritation plastered on his face.

“No,” I protest, arching into him, unwilling to give up the promise of his mouth. “Do not answer that.”

The ringing stops and I drop back to the bed in relief. I wrap my ankles around his shoulders and pray that’s the last interruption.

It’s not.

Aron brushes a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and my limbs start to shake. He leans in closer, “You have a pretty pussy, baby, so fucking pink. So fucking suckable.” He drags his tongue through my juices and swirls the tip around my nub. Shocks of pleasure course through me and I have my fingers buried in his hair, holding him to the sweet spot instantly.

Beside us, his phone beeped signaling a voicemail.

No!

I slip a finger to tease over my clit and stroke myself. I’m burning so hot, so fast I need relief and I need him to see how much I need his mouth on me.

But his phone rings again and I can see his attention faltering. This time with the sound of an incoming text message pings off the walls.

Before I have another chance at protesting, he reaches for his phone with an apologetic kiss to my forehead.

Cold much.

“Sorry, beautiful, it could be the hospital. I can’t let a call go unanswered.”

Gooey warmth rushes through me at his use of the endearment, so unlike anything I’d expect to come out of the mouth of my titanium-hearted doctor. But damn it, I’d been this close to getting my orgasm.

Holding me close to his hard chest, he thumbs the accept button and puts the phone to his ear, his face inches from mine, close enough that I could lift up and capture his mouth with my own.

So I did. And there for a minute, he loses himself in my taste and me in his.

But those few stolen seconds are gone just as fast. He breaks away and growls out a cold, “Hello.”

“Aron?” The sound of the woman on the other end of the line comes through to me clear as a bell.

Aron’s eyelids drift closed for a brief moment before he opens them again and stares down at me.

“Melissa.”

“Hey, baby.”

Wow. He has a really good speaker on that thing.

My head cocks and I mouth baby back at him, my brows playing in my hairline no doubt.

“What do you need?”

“You, baby. I need you.”

What the ever-holy hell. My heart rate starts to climb and the heat rushing through my veins right now has absolutely nada to do with the kinky shit we were about to do.

I press at his shoulders for him to let me up, but his arms tighten instead.

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