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“I'm going to—”

“Hold it,” he ordered.

My forehead knotted with sweat, my fingers gripping the sheet. “I can't,” I cried. “I'm going to come.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he uttered, voice raspy, “I know you can hold it. You can do so much better.”

So I did. We alternated between pleasurably slow and feverishly fast, his mouth catching the tips of my breast and ratcheting the moans of pleasure escaping me.

Between the praises, or the angled, languid movement, I came apart with a blissful cry, my back falling into the pillows behind me. Shortly after, Knox followed.

We lay on the bed, breathing heavily until realization slammed into me from every angle. What did I just do? Sex? With Knox? The most dangerous man of Covington Hills?

It should scare me how much I wanted this to happen again, but instead, it doesn't. So, when Knox started to reach for me—I didn't think he was the kind of man who cuddled after sex—I jumped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom on shaky legs.

My heart slammed crazily in my chest as I pressed my back against the door. I could hear Knox moving, and then the knock against the door.

“Wren?” His voice sounded tortured. “Wren? Come on. Open the door, please.”

My legs shook so I slid to the floor, on the cold tiles. I just had sex with him. And I enjoyed it. I wanted to do it again. Oh, God. I hung my head down, fear snaking up my spine.

“Wren, please!” Knox pounded harder on the door.

I stood and unlocked the door. He stood there, already wearing his shorts. He looked ... tortured. Like the few minutes in the bathroom had confused him.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did—”

I cut him off by closing the distance between us and wrapping my hands around him. The rest of the words died in his throat.

“What happened?” he whispered, confused.

I looked up, searching his face. I smiled, my hands tightening from the skin-to-skin contact. “Let's just say I want to do this again.”

“Wren?”

“Please?” I begged, already dropping to my knees and slipping my hand into his boxers. He stiffened against me, but his cock was warm in my hands and already hardening. “Will you let me?”

A grin split his lips, and he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to my mouth, as though it was something he couldn't resist doing. “Have at it.”

Chapter Eleven

Knox

I should have known I was fucked the second I found this woman in my garage with her torn dress and all. Because who would have thought that in mere weeks, days to come, she would be kneeling before me and playing with my dick?

I should have known it would only be a matter of time. Perhaps knowing wouldn't have stopped anything, but Wren on her fucking knees ready to take me was going to be the death of me.

She was fucking beautiful, looking at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and her long lashes fluttering. The way her breasts bounced when she reached forward to stroke my length, fingers moving skillfully. A violent jealousy settled over me. It made me very angry that she'd done this with someone else, with another man. One who had more or less made her feel small and had hurt her so badly.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, deflating like a balloon. “I-I worry I'm not doing it right.”

“No, baby girl,” I say, stopping her from thinking. “You're doing the exact thing you need to do. Come on.”

Propelled by my confidence, she ran the tip of her tongue over my dick. I moaned loudly as she began to suck me slowly, working up to a tempo that would drive me crazy. Then she was opening her mouth, silently asking me to fuck her mouth.

“You sure?” I asked, even as I was already readying myself to do just that. Whatever she wanted, she was going to get.

She nodded. Fuck me, because I gripped her hair behind her head and she moaned. She was going to be the death of me. I angled her head exactly where I wanted her. Then I shoved my dick into her mouth, forcing her to take it. And she took it. She took it like the big girl she was.