CHAPTER 079. The First Time We Had Sex
CHAPTER 079: The First Time We Had Séx
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?”
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CHAPTER 070. 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.
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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.
She snatches it from my hand, glaring. Then reaches for the toothpaste with exaggerated irritation.
She starts brushing–aggressively. When she bows her head to spit into the sink basin, I step in and gather her hair, keeping it away from her face.
And then… she aims for her tongue.
She keeps her eyes on me as she moves the brush in and out, deliberately sliding it past the back of her tongue, gagging a little each time. And when she pulls it back, her mouth is glossy with spit.
Every movement shoots straight to my dick. My boxers are stretched to their limit. I’m practically throbbing.
When she’s done, she jumps down from the sink, turns 360 to rinse the brush, thereby pressing her ass right against me.
The contact makes me groan.
Hearing that sound, she lifts her chin to meet my gaze in the mirror.
“Funny, isn’t it?” she says. “The first time we had sex, it was in this very position.”
I step forward, bringing our groins closer as my hands settle on her waist. One hand drifts down, curling around her hip to anchor her in place. The other trails up the length of her spine, knuckles brushing vertebra by vertebra, until I reach the small of her back.
I press there, urging her to arch for me.
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She gets it. Her back dips, hips tilting forward, ass pushing out just enough to make my breath hitch. God, she’s beautiful like this. Bent just the way I like her, ripe for the taking.
My hand cups the round swell of her ass, and I pause there, letting myself feel the warmth of her. Then I smooth my hand over the curve, tracing the shape with my fingers, like I’m memorizing it all over again. Her skin is soft, impossibly soft, but it’s the way she shivers beneath my touch that sends the real current through me.
“I want you to think of me when you sit down at work today,” I say, still caressing her, “ sore, aching, dripping.”
I slap her ass hard.
