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I licked my lips and nodded. “I think you know that I do.”

“Good.” He reached for a pillow off the bed and tossed it on the floor. “On your knees.”

I should’ve been shocked, maybe even offended at his tone and at the command itself, but I wasn’t. I was turned on, growing wet as I dropped to my knees. “Now what?” I asked barely above a whisper.

He looked at me with fire burning in his depths, jaw clenched like it was taking every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep himself under control. “Now, take my cock out.”

My hands shook as I hooked my fingers into his waistband and eased it down until his cock, long and thick, sprang free. He was already hard. From where I was on my knees, I was eye level with him and seeing his cock up close like this? It felt surreal. His head was swollen and slightly purple. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed.

Knox hissed out a breath.

“Ivy.”

“Yeah?” I asked before I leaned forward, covering the head of his cock with my lips. I slid down his length until he hit the back of my throat and pulled back completely with watery eyes. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he growled. “You’re doing so fuckin’ good, baby. Just breathe through it and you can take me.” His tone was so smooth and gentle, so patient that all I wanted to do was exactly what he told me.

I stroked him with my hands while I focused on breathing and ignoring my gag reflex and when I was confident I had it, I took him in my mouth again, going deeper and deeper until I felt him buried deep.

“Fuck, yes!”

I grabbed his ass with both hands, holding him in place while I bobbed up and down on his cock. The noises he made were raw and hit me right between the legs. I felt powerful in a way I hadn’t expected, like I was the one in charge even on my knees, because I was the one making him moan. The controlled, unreadable Knox Coleman was making sounds like that because of me.

“So fucking good.” His hands slid into my hair, not pulling, just holding. “Yeah, you’re sucking my cock so, so good.”

The praise lit me up and I took him deeper, my mouth slick and I glided up and down his length, and when I moaned around him, his hips bucked forward.

“Ivy.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild in a way I’d never quite seen before. That look shot straight through me, electricity and heat pooled between my thighs. “If I don’t get inside you right now, I’ll lose my shit.”

I smiled and licked my lips slowly, savoring the taste of him.

His cock jerked. “On the bed. Now.”

I slid onto the bed and lay back with my feet flat on the mattress and my knees up, and then I let my fingers drift down between my thighs while he watched. His eyes went dark. He knelt on the bed and grabbed my wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth before licking them clean. Then he lowered his head and gave my pussy a few short, devastating licks that had my hips lifting off the mattress before he pulled back and buried himself deep in one long stroke.

Sparks shot off behind my eyes. He felt so good, buried so deep that I could hardly catch a breath. When I finally opened my eyes, his silver stare met mine, dark and intense. “Knox,” I whimpered. “Please.”

His smile was devilish and it hit me in all the right places.

My whole body felt electric and alive, every nerve ending lit up, and I was completely powerless to do anything but hold on and feel it. He knew my body already, knew exactly how to move, exactly the angle that unraveled me, and he used it without mercy until I went over the edge. “Knox!” I cried out his name as my back arched and toes curled. I was out of breath, but I couldn’t look away from him as he pounded into me in search of his orgasm.

He kept going and going, long, endless strokes that stole every coherent thought until I went over the edge again at the same time he did. It was intoxicating. Dizzying.

Dangerous.

Because I was close to getting answers about my mother.

And even closer to falling for my husband.

Chapter Twenty-One

Knox

Icouldn’t stop touching her. Ivy was on her back with her hair spread out across my pillow. One hand moved up and down her side, over her hip, and around the curve of her waist. I touched her just because I could, and because she let me. “You’re so fucking soft.”

She laughed, a low, surprised sound that hit me square in the chest. “I have an excellent moisturizing routine.”

“I approve,” I told her as my fingertips danced along her naked flesh. “You okay?” I asked hesitantly. “I wasn’t too rough?”