Page 52 of Protected Hearts

The marks of a Malone.

He jerked his cock against theVof her legs, raising a shiver of need inside her. When he gripped her hips and guided her to his feet, she stood before him, top bare. He was still seated, and the difference in their positions gave her some small thrill of power.

Slowly, she slipped off the rest of her clothes. Those steely eyes followed her every move, heightening the throb in her core.

When she planted her hands on his splayed knees and leaned in to brush her lips across his, he reached for her. Before he could take control, she dropped to her knees before him.

His eyes were twin candles illuminating the space more than the twinkle lights. The intensity of his gaze as she unbuckled his belt and worked open his fly thrilled her. When she ran her hand down his stiff length, his eyes slitted with lust.

Darting her tongue across her bottom lip, she drew his cock free of his black briefs. The mushroomed head was swollen and shiny with need. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning in and running her tongue around the sleek head, then pulling it into her mouth.

“Fuck!” He settled his hand on her head. The slight pressure of him pushing her down on his cock, silently asking her to takehim to the root, was a wild turn-on. Her pussy flooded. Her nipples hardened.

He smelled crisp and clean and tasted like man and salt. She sucked him into the back of her throat, suctioning until a drop of precum wet her tongue.

In slow increments, she withdrew, savoring the growl that vibrated through him. Shudders rolled down her spine. She wanted to make him feel good more than anything right this moment.

Her lips wrapped around his thick girth, taking him deep again.

“Oh hell. Christ, honey.”

After only three more dips of her mouth, he stilled her with a hand on her shoulder and hauled her to her feet. “My turn.”

Her eyes hooded. She stepped back, allowing him room to stand. He lowered his jeans and underwear and kicked free of the garments.

When he straightened, he hooked an arm around her body, lashing her against his hard length. They shared a moan as their mouths collided in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. She didn’t realize he was walking her back a step until the chair hit her calves. Then he eased her onto the seat.

“My turn.” He dropped to his knees.

“Oaks…”

He hooked one of her legs over the chair arm, exposing her wet pussy to him.

Her chest heaved. Her pussy pulsated.

Looping her other leg over the arm, he splayed her wide. Lowering his tongue to her slippery folds, he delivered a long lap from bottom to top.

She stifled a cry of pleasure that soon turned to a groan as he plunged his tongue into her core and began to fuck her pussywith heated strokes. As his thumb brushed upward across her clit, it stiffened. Aches of need gripped her. She watched him eat her pussy with purposeful moves, each one threatening to steal her mind.

And her heart…well, looking into his burning stare as he brought her to a shattering release…she felt her heart shifting in her chest.

Pressure compounded. She shot higher. As he stroked his tongue up her slick folds and sucked on her clit, she jerked her hips in the rhythm of his tongue as a hot trickle hit her core. She came on a swallowed cry. Unable to stop herself, she pinched her nipples to extend the ecstasy stealing through her body.

Slowly, her splintered mind returned, and she looked into his penetrating stare. He lifted his face, damp with her release, and gave her another of those sexy smiles.

“You’re beautiful when you come.”

On a ragged sigh, she cradled his jaw, swiping her thumb over his lips. “Get inside me.”

“As you wish, Mrs. Malone.”

Her heart rate spiked. Fake license or not, he didn’t sound as if he was joking about her new title. He swiped his thumb down her pussy to her soaked entrance. She sucked in another gasp of pleasure as he gathered her juice on his thumb and then drew it to his mouth to lick off.

Her mind was still scattered when he reached for his jeans and found a condom he had stashed in one of the pockets. Watching a big, hard man roll a rubber over his thick length only had her throbbing harder with desire.

He took a seat in the other chair and waved her over to him. “Straddle me.”

She moved to do just that, her thighs clamping around his.

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