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Then I kiss a path down her stomach until I get between her legs. I inhale. God, I missed this. Missed her scent.
My mouth meets her.
“Knox,” she gasps, fists tightening in my hair.
I rub my face against her like a man gone feral, then drink her in. Tongue flicking, circling, devouring. Her hips lift.
“Oh, fuck, Knox.”
She squirms, but I grip her thighs and pull her in. My tongue moves faster now-back and forth, then deep, then slow again, switching rhythms like I’m trying to punish her for starving me.
I slide two fingers into her, pumping in and out in time with the movements of my mouth.
Then I curl my fingers. Just the right angle. Her whole body jolts.
She cries out.
“There,” she pants. “Oh-Knox, right there.”
I keep going. Keep my mouth locked on her. Her hips start to stutter. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, breath coming fast. I know that sound, know what it means. She’s close. So close.
I let her climb until the very edge.
And then I stop.
Pull away and jump off the bed.
The sound she makes could wake the dead.
“Where the hell are you going?” she says, voice ragged.
“To the bathroom.”
Inside You
“You can’t go to the bathroom.”
“Why not?”
“Because you have to finish what you started.”
“It’s a workday. You should be getting ready. Also, you shouldn’t sleep naked around married men.”
I don’t wait for her reaction as I turn, whistling in satisfaction and heading for the bathroom. I try to ignore the ache between my legs.
Soon enough, she comes in behind me, squinting without her glasses.
“How exactly do you wish to die, Knox? Drowning in a tub? Or hitting your head really hard on the sink?”
I raise her electric toothbrush to my face. “Option three. I want to die inside you. Slow and deep. I want the last words I hear to be you screaming my name as you cum. I want the last thing I see to be your perfect body shaking uncontrollably around my dick. But you see, you’ve been a really bad girl these past few days. If you want me to do nice things to you, then drop to your knees and apologize like a good girl.”. The First Time We Had Sex
The First Time We Had S?x
To know you have control over a woman’s body is the most arousing thing a man can wish for.
Especially a woman like Sloane Mercer-this wild, sharp-tongued, chaotic miracle with fire in her voice and daggers in her eyes. The kind of woman who’d bite the hand that feeds her if it touched her the wrong way but still kneel at your feet if you said the right words in the right tone.
She kneels now, squinting without her glasses, her mouth slightly parted.
“I want you to do nice things to me, Knox,” she says. “I’m still your good girl.”
God. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. The ache in my chest fights the ache in my groin, and the war is evenly matched.
I try not to smile, try to stay in the role of the man who’s still punishing her, the man who hasn’t yet decided whether to forgive or devour. But her body makes it impossible to think clearly. My eyes betray me, dragging across the hard peaks of her nipples, dark and tight, tempting. I imagine them with silver piercings through the center, and it’ s enough to send the animal in my boxers into a frenzy.
This is torture. For both of us. My body’s strung tight, every inch of me aching to touch her, take her, drown in her, but at the same time, I can’t help myself. Can’t stop pushing her a little further. Tormenting her is its own kind of pleasure. Watching her squirm, watching her want-it’s addictive. And I’m too far gone to pretend I don’t crave every second of it.
“You don’t sound sorry,” I say, keeping my voice low, even.
“I am.”
“How sorry?”
“Really sorry,” she says, tilting her head just enough to look up at me from under her lashes. “I didn’t mean to starve you. I just got mad that you have a wife, and I’m sure you’ll be just as angry if I had a secret husband.”
That cracks my control. A grin slips through.
“If you had a husband, I’d kill him,” I say, not sure I’m joking, although from her smile, she thinks I am.
“I’m glad I don’t have one that you can kill then.”
“I’ll still do my research just to be sure.”
She smiles. “Does this mean we’re Successfully unlocked!
“Maybe.” I lean back, arms folded. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”. The first Tere We Had ex
I expect her to stand. But she doesn’t.
Instead, she stays on her knees and crawls to me like she’s been doing it her whole life. Her breasts sway with each shift, eyes focused on the bulge between my legs. At least I know her target, why she doesn’t feel the need to stand when she’s going to end up kneeling anyway. When she gets close, she reaches into the waistband of my boxers without hesitation.
“No, no,” I say, catching her by the arm and pulling her to her feet. “I didn’t say I forgive you yet.”
“What more do you want from me? Tears? Put your dick inside me, Knox.”
“I need you to grovel, baby. You’re not sorry enough.”
She doesn’t back down. Her hand returns to my boxers, slipping inside again, stroking with a heat that makes my knees threaten betrayal. I groan, hips instinctively pushing forward, fucking her fist with slow rolls. Her thumb sweeps over the head, catching the moisture there.
“You’re rock hard,” she says, breath releasing sweet heat onto my chest. “And you’re just torturing us both.” She gives me a little squeeze. “This is mine. Give it to me. I want it.”
“You have a shitty way of groveling,” I say.
“That’s because I’m not.”
I grab her waist in both hands, lift her, and set her ass down on the bathroom sink. She gasps, the sound somewhere between surprise and amusement, fingers tightening against my forearms.
“Knox!” she says, trying to squirm off. “It’s going to fall.”
“You’re barely 120 pounds.” I grip her thighs to still her. “The sink will survive.”
She’s perched now, legs parted around the basin. I spread them wider until I can still see the curve of porcelain between her thighs. She’s exposed in every way that matters-physically, emotionally. She’s looking at me, expectant, pupils blown with anticipation.
But instead of giving her what she wants, I reach to the drawer and grab the toothpaste. I bend forward, and her breath ghosts my neck. It tickles, as always, and she uses the opportunity to strike.
Her teeth sink into the skin just above my shoulder. Hard. I hiss, biting down on a curse. Pain blooms there, delicious pain. She pulls back and soothes the spot with her tongue. It drives me insane.
My body is vibrating when I pull away. I hold the toothpaste in one hand and stay right there, hovering near her mouth, so close I can feel the magnetic pull between our lips. The First Time We Had Sex
I fight the urge to close the gap, to take what she’s been teasing all morning.
Then I open the toothpaste, smear it onto the brush, and begin brushing my teeth.
Her face falls. “How long are you going to keep this on?”
“Keep what on?”
She narrows her eyes. “This act. Torturing me.”
I smirk with the brush in my mouth and lean over her again to drop the toothpaste tube back into the drawer. The heat between our bodies burns. Her nipples graze my chest. I feel her breath, shaky now.
Pulling away, I continue brushing. Slow, methodical strokes, watching her all the while. Her lips are parted. Her brows pulled together in disbelief.
When I’m done, I set the brush down and lift her gently from under the thighs so I can reach the faucet. She clings to my shoulders like she doesn’t trust gravity. I rinse the brush, set it down, and lower her again.
“Your turn,” I say, bringing her toothbrush back to her.
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