Page 160 of Twisted Knight

“Oh. Mr. Knight. Hi. I wasn’t—I didn’t know you were coming.”

My smile is efficient when I offer it. “Harold’s office?”

“But he’s not—it’s back there.” She points vaguely over her shoulder. “The last door on the left. I mean—”

I nod. “Last door on the left? I thought his office was on the right.”

“It is … but servers are on the left.”

“Great. Thanks.”

I stride past her and down the long hallway, irritated to be called for such a trivial thing, and more than ready at this point to put Harold on notice. Or just fire him.

But when I open the door to the server room, the hulking, six-foot-five meek giant Harold isn’t there to greet me.

Not in the least.

It’s Rowan and her lips find mine almost as fast as her fingers find the lock on the door at my back.

We’re on each other like it’s been a year rather than a mere five days. But those five days felt like fucking torture, and it’s only intensified now that I have the taste of her kiss and the warmth of her body against mine.

Her hands are on my belt and she’s undoing my pants as her tongue teases mine. And without warning, she’s dropping to her knees and yanking my slacks down with her as she goes.

Good fucking god. It’s my only thought and as it is, the thought is sucked from my mind as Rowan looks up at me and takes me inch by inch between those fucking perfect pouty, pink lips of hers.

My hips buck in reaction and my hand reaches down to the side of her face as I hit the back of her throat.

I fight the guttural groan I want to emit. It’s brutal to not let it out—from the sensation her warm, wet mouth evokes and the visual of her before me with her cheeks hollowed out around me.

She may be on her knees, but I’m at her fucking mercy.

She begins to work me over. Her hand twisting and her mouth sucking and tongue expertly applying pressure exactly where it needs to be applied.

My whole fucking body is on fire as the coil in my lower belly and balls begins to tighten. Each lick with another fucking twist in it. Each hit of the back of her throat a fucking euphoria like no goddamn other. Each scrape of her fingernails against my balls an added bonus.

My hand is fisted in her hair as I fuck her mouth. Over and over. Again and again. I beg for it to happen faster at the same time I want it to slow down. To prolong this moment. This goddamn pleasure.

“Yes. Row. God, yes.”

My cock swells.

“All the way in. Take it for me.”

Hardens.

“You suck cock so fucking good. Fuck.”

Hurts with the best kind of pain as she works me toward my orgasm.

And right as I’m on the cusp, about to the point of no return, Rowan releases my cock from her suction with a loud pop and rises to her feet.

A protest is on my lips, my body revolting against her stopping. “Row?” It’s a croaked plea. “Please.”

She chuckles as she leans into me, her lips inches from mine, her finger pointing into my chest, and her eyes wild with fire.

“How’s it feel, Knight?”

“How does what feel?” I all but plead with my tone, my cock in my hands and my pants around my ankles.