Page 97 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

Holly was a creature of habit. I justified the security to myself by making sure she was safe. And that was the only thing that allowed me to get the scant sleep that I did.

Glancing down at her in my arms, her pale skin revealed dark circles under her eyes. I’d forgotten how deliciously curvy she was and alone.

She was staying in Lachlan until the stalker was behind bars; that topic was closed for discussion.

It was beyond belief that someone could get to her. One thing was certain, changes were going to be made when she returned to New York. I wasn’t risking her safety again.

Though we were intellectual equals, I’d been delighted to discover Holly was a natural submissive in bed. “Harder” and “more” were her favorite words. And that fact that she’d given me her virginity was like a gift I treasured.

In our time apart, she hadn’t been with anyone else. I hadn’t either, for that matter. I simply hadn’t had an interest in anyone else I met.

That night in her room in New York wasn’t a fluke. There was something between us, something good. I’d never felt like this about anyone before. We needed time to explore it, and that was in short supply right now. It seemed that was the only thing I couldn’t buy. But I was from a long line of Lachlan men and giving up wasn’t in our DNA. I would solve the puzzle of Holly, just like all the other challenges I faced.

“What time is it?” Holly stirred then wiggled, so her ass was up against me.

“Early.” I’d drawn the heavy curtains around the bed to keep it warmer. We were under a thick pile of blankets. I ran a hand over her hip. Her skin was soft and warm.

“It’s so dark out.”

“I drew the curtains around the bed to keep things warmer. But I guarantee it’s dark outside. Scotland in winter makes New York look like Miami.”

“I don’t know about that. I don’t remember wearing a bikini much to work.”

“Thank God for that. Otherwise, the whole emergency room would have descended into chaos.”

I rolled her over so that she was under me. After I’d gone down on her last night, she’d fallen into a satisfied sleep. It surprised me how knowing her so well translated into amazing sex. Now she wrapped her legs around me, and I growled appreciatively. Her fingers stroked my back. I ached to claim her pussy. I craved to sink every inch of my cock into her and fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk without thinking of me.

I dipped my fingers to stroke over her pussy lips and found her already wet.

“That’s a friendly, good morning.” I kissed her open mouth while I slid a thick finger inside her dripping folds.

I felt her muscles clamp around my finger as she released a sigh of pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours so good you’ll be thinking about me all day.”

Her fingers flexed into my back. “Mmm, yes please. I want to see if that’s true. I want that.”

“Want what?” I teased, kissing her eyelids, the delicate rim of her ear, and the soft skin of her neck.

At the same time, a second finger joined the first, and I increased my pace. That sweet little nub of her clit was swollen and eager. So damn eager.

I longed to suck on it like I did last night, tasting her juices, but my overpowering need was to sink my cock deep inside her. I would feel no peace until I rode her hard and filled her pussy with my cum.

My cock slid inside her with one smooth glide. I stilled, loving how tightly she gloved me.

“You are fucking tight. It feels amazing.” I kissed her. Her lips opened and I dove in exploring her mouth with my own.

A moan deep in her throat urged me to start stroking her. She moved her legs higher around my waist, allowing me deeper access to her sweet pussy.

I was so transported that I was only dimly aware of the commotion in the hall. This was my private wing of the castle, which meant most of the time, it was as quiet as a mausoleum.

Raised voices and slammed doors nagged at the edges of my consciousness. I relegated it to some maintenance issues. In a four-hundred-year-old castle, there was always something that needed fixing. Later today, I would find out what was going on and make sure the staff knew that this wing was off-limits until further notice.

But with Holly in my arms, the damned castle could have been on fire, and I wouldn’t want to be disturbed.

“My lady, please, let me wake his Grace.”

“Nonsense, get out of my way, Philips. I’m his mother, I’ve seen him in his birthday suit before.”

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