“You want to come?”
She nodded, maintaining eye contact. “On your cock.”
I inhaled a surprised breath, held still when she reached for the button on my jeans. It took an excruciatingly long time for her to work my cock free, but I knew she was trying to ensure no one saw what we were doing.
One person did. I could feel his eyes on me, knew Knox was raptly watching as she freed my dick. There was no hesitation on her part when I tugged her panties aside so she could sink down on me. I groaned low in my throat, holding her to me, fusing my mouth back to hers as she rocked her hips, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. Her pussy gripped me tightly, the muscles flexing as she worked us both to the pinnacle.
“Dirty girl,” I whispered when she pulled her mouth from mine.
“I’m going to come,” she warned softly, pressing her hips down, the smooth walls of her cunt caressing my shaft.
My thumb moved over her clit, circling roughly. “Come for me, love.”
She did, her pussy clamping down hard as she succumbed to her orgasm.
I refrained from coming, stilling beneath her, relying on every ounce of control I possessed.
“You didn’t…”
I could see the question in her eyes, so I smiled. “In due time, love.”
There was a hint of shame in her gaze when I began tucking myself away. No sooner did I right my clothes, I was pulling her out of the booth, taking her hand, and leading her to the third-floor office. I didn’t care about privacy, but what I had in mind was better suited for more space. And yes, perhaps I was hiding her from the hungry eyes of the man I wasn’t ready to speak to.
“What I want from you isn’t for anyone else to see,” I told her when we stepped inside the small office.
I didn’t give her time to question my motives, leading her over to the one-way glass that overlooked the dance floor. I positioned her hands on the glass then moved behind her. It was the work of a moment to free my cock, to tug her panties aside and sink into the blessed heat of her.
Emily’s hips slammed back against me, taking me to the hilt.
I wasn’t gentle as I gripped her hips, holding her still, driving in deep. In this space, Knox couldn’t see us, which was part of my reasoning, but not the main. I wanted to hear her passionate pleas as I drilled into her, fucking hard and fast, and I wanted her to know she was safe to let loose, to enjoy.
“Kieran … oh, God, yes!” Her fingers splayed wide, her palms pressed to the glass.
Dancers were unleashing their desires below us, though none would achieve the same high I received from being buried inside this remarkable woman.
I groaned and growled, unable to restrain myself as I plowed into her, taking everything she was willing to give and forcing her to give even more. The way she said my name, again and again, drove me wild, had my cock throbbing as my orgasm threatened. I held off for as long as I could, thrusting into the tight, wet depths of her cunt until the ecstasy won, triggering my climax.
I came with a bellow, slamming into her one final time and coming so hard, it stole my breath and what was left of my sanity.
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Knox
Witnessing Emily and Kieran indulging did somethingto me that I didn’t expect. I’d watched raptly as Emily fucked him right there in the club, where anyone could see them. It shocked and thrilled me in equal measure, showing me a side to her I hadn’t expected to see. It made me question my actions, regret that I’d retreated from them even if I’d done it for a good reason.
A reason I was beginning to question.
When Kieran took Emily into the third-floor office, I felt an overwhelming ache. He’d purposely forced me out, kept me from watching, and while it pissed me off, I understood.
Accepting my punishment, I slipped out of the club after that, not wanting to encounter either of them in that setting. I knew I had some explaining to do, but I damn sure didn’t want to cause a scene.
Rather than go to the apartment Kieran and I shared, I went to my own, seeking the solitude only it could provide. I wasted two hours, showering away the dregs of my week, then dressing. I checked my phone repeatedly, tracking Kieran’s GPS, waiting for them to return to her apartment. Once they did, I slipped out of the building, walking the short distance in the dark of night, needing to ensure no one saw me. The walk in the cold did wonders for my frustration, it allowed me time to think about what I wanted to say to Kieran, how I wanted to explain my reasons. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not yet.
Although the trip had been unnecessary, it had turned out to be a worthwhile endeavor. And despite the fact my mind had been elsewhere, I’d managed to check off a few crucial checkboxes on my ongoing task list. The one major task I’d completed had nothing to do with business and everything to do with redirecting focus. I’d managed to shift attention from my recent interactions with Emily, putting the spotlight directly on Emily and Kieran. That had been my only goal ever since the phone call from my mother. I’d known Kitty would eventually find out about my interactions with Emily. Still, I’d hoped to have some time to establish the relationship before her making an appearance and risking everything we were working to build. Unfortunately, Kitty was as relentless as always. She should’ve been content with the new wallet in her life, but it seemed she was still looking to rake in a few bucks, and, as usual, she’d targeted me to be her bank.
I hated that I had to keep Kieran and Emily in the dark about it, but the last thing I wanted was to bring the nightmare that was Katherine Marie Wybler Campbell Piedmont to Emily’s doorstep once more. If I had my way, I’d keep Kitty from ever setting eyes on her former stepdaughter again.
Perhaps I couldn’t keep it from happening forever, but I had managed to thwart Kitty’s efforts for a little while.
