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He pulls out completely before snapping his hips forward, and I cry out. My head falls back as he hits a spot that makes my toes curt.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
He leans down, and his teeth capture my earlobe, biting down just hard enough to make me yelp. “I want you to feel me. Every inch. I want you to know who’s inside you, who’s making you feel this way.”
I moan, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper. The room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together, of his grunts and my moans.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, trailing up my stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. He cups my breast through my blouse, squeezing gently before pinching my nipple. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me clench around him.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
His words spur me on, and I meet his thrusts with abandon. The counter shakes, glasses rattle, and I’m pretty sure my heart stops beating entirely, my body focusing on only one thing: him. His touch, his taste, his scent, his everything.
“You missed this,” he says, breath hot against my cheek. “You missed me.”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
My fingers find his shirt, clawing into it. I want to rip it. I want him bare. I want skin. Heat. Everything.
He leans forward and captures my mouth with his, teeth clashing against mine. It’s not a kiss. It’s a devouring. And I open for it, let him take whatever he
wants.
His hand slips behind my back, pulling me tighter into him, forcing every inch of his cock deeper than I thought possible. The sound that escapes me is
animalistic.
“Say it,” he growls.
“What?”
“That you’ll stay.”
I whimper. Shake my head. “Knox…”
“Say it.”
“You know I-”
His next thrust knocks the words from my lips.
He grabs the back of my neck again, foreheads pressed together, breath ragged.
“Say. It.”
“You’re insane,” I whisper.
“And you love it.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
His pace falters for a split second. Just long enough for the truth to slip out.
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“I do,” I breathe.
He grins, eyes locking on mine. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Knox.”
And just like that, the rhythm shatters.
Knox lift’s me, holding me in his arms as he turns and bends me over the bar. He does this without ever leaving my body.
He fucks me harder now, hands gripping my hips, pulling me into every stroke, I reach for him blindly, dragging him down until his chest is pressed against my back. His name spills from my lips again and again.
He drops his mouth to my neck, biting gently.
The bar creaks beneath us, but I don’t care if it breaks, if the whole world crashes down. As long as he doesn’t stop.
“Knox,” I say, my body tensing as I feel my orgasm building. “I’m close. So close.”
“Do you want me to fill you?”
“Please.”
He picks up the pace, slamming to the hilt repeatedly. “You’ll be dripping with me all night. I’ve been saving it just for you, love.”
“Knox-”
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge. I scream his name, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He growls against my throat and thrusts one last time, his entire body tensing. I feel the pulse of him deep inside, the warmth, the tremble of muscles. He doesn’t stop until he’s emptied every drop.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans. “What have you done to me?”
We both collapse–him braced above me on trembling arms, me sprawled on the bar, breath gone.
Silence stretches between us.
Our skin sticks together in the sweat and the heat. I can feel his heart pounding against my back, matching the frantic beat of my own.
After a moment, he pulls out, and I turn to face him, a soft smile playing you know that?”
He kisses my jaw, my cheek, and then my mouth.
“You’ll stay?” he asks.
“For the weekend. And then maybe I’ll move in. But I’m going to work.”
on my lips. I lift a hand and brush his damp hair off his forehead. “You’re crazy,
He laughs. “You’re the most difficult person I’ve ever met. Maybe a second round would help plead my case further.”
“Only if you want me to collapse halfway through.”
He helps me sit up, hands warm at my waist.
I glance down at the mess–liquor spilled, panties torn, skirt shredded. “You’re cleaning that.”
“I have people for that.”
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“I’ve never met anyone in this house, other than the surprise party guests, of course.”
“Move in, and you’ll meet them all. They are usually under strict instructions to be scarce unless needed.”
“You owe me a skirt.”
“I’ll buy you ten.”
1 slide off the bar with shaky legs, and he steadies me without a word. His thumb brushes across my hip.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Just sore.”
“Music to my ears.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re such an ass.”
The sound of the front door creaking open makes us go still.
“Knox?” a voice calls from the hallway. “Where are you?”
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Jade.
I scramble to gather what little dignity I have left.
“Jesus,” Jade exclaims, rounding the corner and immediately throwing a hand over his eyes. “Are you kidding me? There are people in this house, you know. Get a room.”
Knox takes off his jacket and hands it to me with a grunt. I fumble to tie it around my waist, cinching it as tightly as I can, then use both hands to pull the front closed over my thighs. My blouse is askew. My face is on fire. I can’t even look Jade in the eye.
Knox adjusts his pants and buttons up like it’s nothing. No shame. Of course not. He could probably host a TED Talk mid–orgasm without missing a beat.
“If I’m staying here,” I say, still breathless and humiliated, “he’s not.”
Jade peeks between his fingers and lowers his hand when he sees I’m somewhat decent. Then he fixes me with a hard glare.
“You people are just fond of destroying my happiness, aren’t you?” he snaps. “Your mother’s filed for divorce, Says she wants sole custody of the triplets when they’re born.”
The air in the room changes.
“She did?” I ask.
“If I can’t get her to change her mind, you better tell your sister to watch her back.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he says, voice lowering, “that there will be no happiness for her as long as I live. As a matter of fact, someone just dropped a very informative message to your father.”
No, he did not.
“You son of a bitch. What did you tell him?”
“Me? It was your mother. What do you think she told him? By the way, that’s not why I came. Some lady named Lydia dropped by the club asking for you, Knox. She says she’s your sister.”
