Testing him a bit, I move my hand to his thigh and feel him tense underneath me.
Biting a smile back, I give him a taste of his own medicine as my finger ‘accidentally’ brushes the front of his pants.
He grips my thigh tighter in warning as I feel him grow bigger by the second.
Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his tequila on the rocks before shifting slightly in his seat. I keep my eyes trained on the company around me, feeling like I should win an Oscar for the performance I’m giving.
My phone vibrates in my purse, and I reach inside to make sure it’s not an emergency with one of my patients.
Knox
BATHROOM HALLWAY NOW!
I glance over, and he’s pocketing his phone, avoiding my gaze. His jaw is tense and perfectly chiseled as he takes a sip of his drink.
“I’ll be right back. That was Dr. Matthews. He needs some information about a patient of mine. I need to make a quick call,” I ramble, not entirely sure what the hell is coming out of my mouth as I feel Knox release his grip on me so I can stand.
They nod and go back to their conversations as I walk quickly to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.
It’s dimly lit and feels like a mile long before I finally find the door to the ladies’ room and step inside, needing a second to put myself together.
Walking to the sink, I run a hand through my hair and smooth down my skirt before touching up my lipstick. I finger the necklace at my throat and feel my heart accelerate.
He’s close by.
I can feel him.
Taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach, I walk back out and softly yelp in surprise as strong arms immediately usher me farther down the hall.
His hard body is pressed against me as my back hits the wall, blocking me from anyone’s sight if they were to come around the corner.
“You’ve been very naughty tonight, sunshine,” he says quietly, fingering the chain around my neck and following it to the swell of my breast. Pulling out the gold charm with his number, his eyes darken as he rubs it between his fingers.
“Me naughty?” I ask, my eyes widening. “You’ve been up in my skirt all night, driving me mad.”
“I belong all up in your skirt.” He runs his hand up my thigh, going under the black fabric. This time, though, he doesn’t stop as his hand goes directly between my legs. “I’ve been dying to touch you all night,” he whispers seductively, fingering the lace of my panties before slipping a finger inside.
I moan softly as he sinks in deep and adds another finger.
“Fuck, Sav,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me.” He moves his palm against me, and I shamelessly want more.
“Please, Knox,” I whimper. “I need you to make this ache stop.”
“You do realize I’m a dead man walking if one of your brothers happens to need to take a piss, right?”
“You’re right,” I sigh. “My nieces are here too. Shit. I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t think when it comes to you, apparently.”
Knowing I need to get my head on straight, I try to move away, but he stops me.
“Not a chance,” he says, shaking his head. “I take care of what is mine. I just need…” His brows furrow as he looks around and steps back, turning the handle on one of the doors that are closed next to us.
It doesn’t budge, so he tries the next one. The handle turns easily, and he peeks his head inside before turning and grinning wickedly at me.
“I guess it’s our lucky day,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me inside. There’s enough light from the small window to let me know it’s a supply closet of some kind.
A soft click of the lock has me turning around as his dark figure approaches me.
“About that ache you need taken care of,” he murmurs, walking me back until I hit a wall. His hand slides back up my thigh and slips into my panties again. “Let’s see what I can do about making it stop.”
