Chloe waited, but he didn’t say anything else.“So?”
“Yes,” Knox said.“We know Sawyer.He and his wife are good friends of ours.”
Chloe winced at the mention of the wife.If they didn’t know what he did for a living, she looked like a big cheating slut right now.“Do you, um…?”
“We know he’s a sex worker,” Knox said before she could figure out how to ask.
“Okay,” she said, nodding as relief flooded in.“Okay.”
“We’re not judging you, Chloe, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jesse said quietly.
“No, it’s not that.Okay, it’s a little that,” she admitted, cheeks heating with the beginnings of a blush.
Knox’s eyes were gentle.“There’s no shame in hiring a sex worker.”
“I know that, but it’s personal, and I just…” Her stomach in knots, she knew she’d never get the question out if she didn’t do it right now.“Did he tell you?”
“Tell us what?”Jesse asked, confused.
“That I wanted to have a threesome with you.”
Chapter Eight
Knox’s eyes popped wide.“What?”
“A threesome withus?”Jesse echoed, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“Okay, he didn’t tell you,” Chloe said, sagging with relief until she realized thatshe’djust told them.“Shit.Um.I have to go.”
She spun for the door and got about three steps before movement erupted behind her.
“Whoa, whoa.”Jesse rushed over, and though he didn’t grab her, didn’t even touch her, she stumbled to a halt.“Let’s all just take a minute, here.”
She squeezed her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to look at him.“I’d rather pretend this never happened.”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jesse said, shock still vibrating in his voice.“I don’t think that’s an option.”
“Well, try,” she snapped, annoyed, and opened her eyes when he chuckled.
He was watching her with those warm brown eyes, humor and a lazy sort of heat swimming in them that did nothing to calm the nerves jittering in her belly.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he teased gently.
“I’m not embarrassed,” she countered defensively and closed her eyes again.“I’mmortified.Gwen was right, I never should’ve come here.”
“No, she wasn’t,” Jesse countered.“If you hadn’t come here, I couldn’t do this.”
And then he was kissing her, andoh, my effing God.
It was like being devoured by some sex god, like Eros or Aphrodite or one of the other ones she was too buzzed to remember, someone who was put on this planet to seduce, to cajole, to drown her in her own lust.And she just didn’t care.
His lips rubbed against hers, soft and sensual, nudging them apart for the flick of his tongue.He moaned softly at the contact, his chest vibrating with it.His hands roamed her back, stroking, feeling, as though he couldn’t touch her enough while his tongue darted in to play with hers, a torrid little dance that brought her to her toes, whimpering, yearning for more.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, nipping her bottom lip, licking her top one.Sinking deep before withdrawing again to nip and tease.“So sexy.”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.He was everywhere, it seemed, hands and lips and teeth and tongue, his chest pressed against her aching breasts, his thighs firm against her shaky ones.Her knees had gone weak and she sagged in his arms, tearing her mouth away, but he followed, bending down to meet her lips again, delving, devouring until she thought he might swallow her whole.
Then he lifted his head.“Knox?”
