Page 47 of One Forbidden Moment

"Trim it close.I'll shave it all off later."

"Why?"She tilted her head."I like the beard."

"It'll grow back.For now, I'm less recognizable without it."

He tapped his chin, motioning for her to go ahead.She inhaled deeply.Her fingers brushed his chest, and he let out a slow breath.

"Don't touch the mustache, though," he muttered.

The more she cut off, the more curious she became.Would he look different without a beard?

"Better?"she asked softly when she finished.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her.The warmth in his expression made her chest tighten.

"Yeah," he said quietly."I don't have any money to pay you for the cut or the clothes you ordered."

"Hm."She smiled."I can think of a few ways you can pay me back."

She set the comb and scissors aside and removed the towel over his shoulders, dumping the hair in the trash.He hooked her waist, dragging her back against his hard body.

Moe kissed her neck and whispered, "Bedroom."

His fingers circled her wrist, fingers sliding up her arm.The contact was electric and deliberate.Jillian's pulse jumped under his grip as he guided her through the dark, their steps uneven, her breath already coming faster.

Already, she thought of her bedroom as their room.The place smelled of him—clean linen and something darker underneath.She barely had time to register it before his hands were on her, sliding up her sides, under her shirt.The fabric wrinkled, his palms hot against her skin.

"Fucking beautiful," he murmured, his mouth brushing her ear."Been thinking about putting my tongue on your pussy since I woke up."

She gasped as he bit down on her earlobe, sharp enough to make her knees wobble.

He pushed her back onto the bed, and she landed with a bounce, the mattress dipping under his weight as he followed her down.His fingers made quick work of her jeans, yanking them down her thighs before she could kick them off.The cool air hit her bare skin, but it didn't last.Moe's mouth was on her before she could process it, tongue dragging rough over her clit.Jillian arched off the bed with a choked noise, her hands fisting in the sheets.He didn't ease her into it.He licked her like he was starving, one hand pinning her hip down while the other teased her entrance, two fingers pushing in without warning.

"Moe," she gasped, thighs trembling.

His tongue circled her clit, relentless, and she could hear the wet sounds, could feel the way he watched her even as he worked her over.

"I got you, sweetheart," he growled against her, the vibration making her jerk.

His fingers curled inside her, sending her hips bucking.He laughed, low and dirty, and added a third finger, stretching her.

She whined as his thumb pressed down hard, tipping her over the edge with a ragged cry.

Jillian was still shuddering through the aftershocks when Moe pulled his fingers out with a slick sound, her thighs clamping down instinctively.Before she could catch her breath, he was crawling up her body, his mouth glistening with her.She reached for him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other tugged at his belt buckle.The leather slid free with a sharp snap, the sound her only warning.

"Your turn," he muttered, guiding her hand to his cock.

She wiggled down the mattress until her face was in front of his cock, wrapping her fingers around him, the heat of him searing against her palm.He was already leaking, the tip slick when she thumbed over it.Moe hissed, his hips jerking forward, but he didn't let her take control.He pushed her back down, his grip tightening."Ah-ah.Slow."

She dragged her tongue along the underside, tasting salt and precum, and his groan was filthy, his fingers tangling in her hair.

He let her work him for a minute, his thighs tense under her hands, before he suddenly pulled her off roughly."Enough."

His cock twitched against her cheek.Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her stomach, one knee nudging her legs apart.The mattress dipped as he settled behind her, his palm smoothing up her spine before gripping her hip."You're gonna take it just like this," he murmured, the head of his cock nudging against her, hot and insistent.

Jillian braced herself, but nothing could've prepared her for the way he filled her.One brutal thrust, no teasing, no mercy.She cried out in ecstasy, her nails digging into the blanket, her body arching under the sheer force of him.Moe set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers with every stroke.

"Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out, his fingers digging into her flesh.