Page 96 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

He raised his head, eyes blazing. “Have you been with anyone else after? Be honest. I need to know if another man has claimed you since I left. Noah?”

His look hardened, but his touch was soft.

I hate how my heart raced. How he made my body grow hot and needy.

“You have no right to ask me that.”

“True.” Malcolm dropped to his knees and gently nuzzled my cunt. “But if you want me to lick that sweet pussy of yours, you’ll answer me.”

Mmm. I bit my lip silently acknowledging how delicious his teasing felt against my quivering traitorous body.

He pulled away, and I swayed.

I was naked in a Scottish castle, and I was ready to combust from desire.

He kissed my inner thighs, where they had quivered moments before. I let them drop open, exposing myself fully to him.

“Beautiful.” Malcolm murmured.

His tongue flicked my clit.

Oh my fucking God.

“There’s been no one but you.” I gasped, my fingers gripping his thick hair.

Malcolm muttered his approval, then applied himself to seriously tongue fucking my pussy. Slipping a leg over his shoulder, he tongued me deeper and deeper. Juicy sounds of my wetness hit my ears. With my robe hanging open, I teased my nipples, pulling them until the tips were hard and sensitive.

As Malcolm’s tongue worked me, his groans pushed me deeper into the sexual fantasy I’d dreamed about ever since our night together.

I was his instrument. It was like Malcolm knew my body better than I did. He nibbled my clit then stroked my velvety walls with shallow thrusts of his tongue.

Tension built low inside me. It coiled tight, like a spring. I knew that when it was released, I would have the relief that had been denied to me all these months. It was the relief that only Malcolm could give me.

My pleasure built, and the anticipation filled me with hope.

“Oh, Malcolm.” I dropped my head back.

“Come for me.” He stopped sucking. “Come for me.” Strong hands gripped my ass and I fell into the pleasure he gave me, coming over his tongue with a loud cry.

I crested, then spiraled out of control. I collapsed from the strength of my orgasm slamming through me, but Malcolm caught me and carried me to his bed. All I could do was cling to him as the aftershocks wracked my body.

Five

Malcolm

Holly was here. I could scarcely believe it. The sound of her breathing and being able to steal my hand across her breast to feel her heartbeat helped steady me.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her until I had her back in my arms. True, I’d thought about her and missed her, but I’d tried to convince myself that was because I lost a respected colleague, and being a duke was a very solitary business.

I chalked up to lust how often I beat my cock off to memories of her. As soon as I saw in her in the pub with Fergus, I realized there was no way she was staying somewhere else. She belonged at Lachlan.

After I left New York so suddenly last spring and she failed to answer my calls, I hired a private security firm to keep an eye on her for a few months. Securing her an apartment was the tricky part. Having her stay in my townhouse was my first inclination, but Holly would never take charity, so coming up with a safe plan required some planning.

I was able to get her into a one-bedroom apartment with an actual doorman that was still walking distance to the hospital. I had a third party pay the building manager to cook up a story about the resident being a grateful patient. It wasn’t uncommon in NYC for the wealthy to bestow their favors upon those that they crossed paths with.

And I had my reports about how things were going with her. It was my saving grace. I requested pictures too. She was thinner and looked tired. I knew my sudden absence from the emergency room would have created more work for her.

I almost had a heart attack when she cut her long hair to a shoulder-length bob. The memories of that glorious hair falling forward while she rode me still haunted my dreams. Along with the bob came ponytails for work and while she was out for runs.

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