“And I’ve got fucking blue balls.”
“Neither of us gets to come until tomorrow night.At the club.Where everybody’s going to see us.”
He groaned like a kid who didn’t get his afternoon treat.“But I haven’t come for three days.”
“Neither have I.It’s good for us.”Then she whispered, “But it’s killing me too.”
“I fucking love how your mind works.I fucking love you so much I think I’m about to die.”
She loved it when he said things like that.Not justI love you, butI fucking love you.That word made everything so potent.
“And I’ll fucking love you until the day I die, Knox Turner.”She felt the words deep inside, surrounding her heart, and she meant every one of them.
Because she didn’t have to be afraid anymore, not of a relationship, not of Knox.
And not of loving him.
Epilogue
They arrived at the club early.Summer didn’t want to get lost in the crush of people that would come later that night.She wanted to see without being overwhelmed.Knox led her straight to the cocktail party room, finding an empty couch and settling in where he tucked a hand beneath her hair to stroke her nape.
She loved his proprietary touch, demonstrating that she was his.And he was hers.
After a celebratory clink of their champagne glasses, Summer leaned an elbow on the back of the sofa and tucked her legs beneath her, letting her high heels fall to the floor.“I don’t see him,” she murmured.
“If it’s not him, we’ll find the perfect guy.”He caressed her thigh, pushing up the little black dress to expose her skin.She wasn’t wearing panties.She wasn’t wearing a bra.And at his touch, her nipples pebbled against the silk dress.
He leaned in to whisper, “You’re wet.I can smell how badly you want it.”
She swiped a hand over the front of his loose slacks, which she could easily slip her hand into.“And I can feel how badly you want me to suck your cock.”
He laughed softly.“We don’t need to wait for him if you want to do it now.”
“As much as I would love your cock in my mouth—” She smiled.“—I want to watch for a bit.Like that couple over there.”She jutted her chin.
An in-shape fifty-year-old man kissed a younger woman of perhaps thirty-five, and the way he kissed her made Summer’s heart race.As if he were dying for her.As if there were no one else in the room but her.
Knox followed her gaze.“That’s how I feel about you.”
She looked at him, needing the words.“What do you mean?”
“He’s kissing her like there’s no one else for him but her.And there never will be.”
She stared at him for a long moment.“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”But she knew.Because they thought alike.Because they wanted the same thing.Because they’d learned each other inside and out.
Knox swept a lock of hair behind her ear.“I also know that he’ll shove her up against the wall in about three seconds, lift her skirt, and fuck her.”
Even as he said the words, the man pushed his hands up her skirt and hauled her up until she wrapped her legs around him.They didn’t fumble, their movements graceful as she unzipped his trousers, and suddenly he was in her, taking her against the wall with slow, luscious strokes.Just the way Knox took Summer.
Just the way Summer loved it.
“They want only each other, but they like the added thrill of someone watching them.”
Knox kissed her then, hard and long and sweet.Then finally whispered, “Just like we do.Because it’s kinky and dirty and sexy to be watched.”
He wrapped her in his arms as they watched the couple against the wall, the woman leaning her head back in bliss as he thrust into her.Summer couldn’t see the man’s cock, and yet there was something so delicious about their movements.
She crawled onto Knox’s lap.“Watching them makes me so hot that I want you inside me right now.”
