“Knox, please. I’m...”
I pull my mouth back just enough to speak. “You know I like you, Amber?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I know.”
“Remember that,” I say, curling my fingers harder. “Because I’m about to fuck you a little rough.”
She looks down at me, her eyes glazed and dark. “Do it.”
That’s all the permission I need.
I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I unbuckle my belt, the metal clinking, and shove my slacks and boxers down just enough to free myself.
My cock springs out, heavy and leaking.
She’s wet enough from my mouth, but I spit into my palm anyway, slicking myself up. I want to slide in easy.
I step between her legs, gripping her hips. I line up and thrust in.
She’s tight. Hot. Incredible.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I establish a rhythm immediately—hard, deep thrusts that make the desk scrape against the floor. Her heels dig into my lower back.
I wrap one hand around her neck, my thumb pressing against her pulse point. Not to choke her, but to hold her. To possess her.
“Look at me,” I command.
She forces her eyes open, locking them onto mine. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen.
“You feel so good,” she breathes. “Knox.”
I grind my pelvis against her clit on every thrust, watching her eyes roll back. She’s so responsive. Every shift of my hips drags a sound out of her.
“I could stay in here all day,” I tell her. “Just buried in you.”
“Do it,” she challenges, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene in the quiet office. The smell of sex rises, mixing with the cedar polish.
It’s feral. It’s right.
I feel the base of my cock start to swell. The instinct to knot is overwhelming, a biological demand to lock us together, to fill her up until she can’t move.
I grit my teeth, sweat breaking out on my forehead. I want to. God, I want to knot her. I want to feel her pulse around that knot, knowing she can’t leave.
But not here. Not like this. Not on a desk in the office when we have a restaurant to prep.
I fight the swelling down, forcing my body to obey my mind. It’s a war, a painful clenching of muscles that want to let go.
“Knox?” She whimpers, sensing the change. “Are you...?”
“I’m close,” I grind out. “Are you?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
I slam into her one last time, grinding deep. Her back bows, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vice. She cries out, her whole body shaking as she comes.
The sight of her undone, the feel of her pulsing around me—it pushes me over the edge.
