Page 1 of The Silver Fox Brother

Prologue

Winter

Within a moment, I’m standing firm on two legs, my body tingling at what’s to come. The next thing I know, he has me in a firm grasp as he lifts me effortlessly on top of his massive oak desk, his body invading all of my space as his lips claim my mouth. The kiss is fierce and demanding.

I’m already clawing at his tie, loosening it with impatient hands. I attack the buttons of his white shirt next, each one giving way under my fingers until I can push the fabric down his back. His chest is magnificent—broad, muscular, his biceps thick and defined.

My hands slide over his skin, mapping the hard lines of his biceps, and I suck in a breath at how solid he feels beneath my palms. Our lips glide together, frantic and needy. I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling and pulling until he groans. The sound vibrates against my mouth as his finger brushes down my arms in a slow, intensetrail.

A rush of heat courses through me, and I feel the dampness growing between my legs. I want him. I want all of him right now. He kisses my ear, tracing his tongue down my earlobe, and bathing me in the warmth of those lips.

"I just couldn't wait any longer to have you," he whispers against my lips, staring into my eyes—piercing my soul.

I grin, his words melting into my skin like butter. I slide my hand up his chest, throwing my arms around his neck as I connect my lips with his again, kissing him harder, tangling my fingers into his hair. He slips a hand under my dress, his fingers tracing along my thighs, burning their way up my skin to the warm center between my legs.

My body trembles when his finger reaches my entrance, grazing the bottom of my panties. My mind swirls, my body tenses up, and Knox uses his thumb to push aside the crotch of my panties.

I gasp, chills covering my arms as his index finger meets my clitoris, shaking my insides aggressively as he caresses my pussy lips slowly. My breath grows shaky, and I hold tightly to steady myself. He teases me, rubbing my lips gently for a moment before spreading my pussy with his finger as he penetrates me with one digit.

I suck in a long hard breath as I instinctively spread my legs wider, pushing my hips forward, allowing him to stroke his fingers in and out of me.

I moan softly, the pleasure racking through my body. He wraps one hand around my neck while feathering hisfinger inside of me, driving me on the brink of madness. Playing with him, I gently slide my palm down his crotch, squeezing it through the material of his pants.

The effect is immediate—he lets out a low growl before grabbing me by the neck and pulling me closer, fiercely crashing his lips to mine while his finger thrusts into me with increasing vigor.

My lips part to welcome his tongue as it dances around every inch of my mouth. He tightens his grip on my neck, staking his claim on me, and then, suddenly, he stops.

“Lift your dress,” he commands, lowering himself to his knees.

Quickly I obey, lifting my dress up to my waist. For a moment, he just watches me, his eyes taking in my exposed lower abdomen, damp panties, and legs. A tremor runs through me as his gaze lingers, the intensity of it scorching as the sun. He leans in, brushing his lips lightly against my abdomen.

He presses his tongue into my belly button, tracing its outline, and my stomach clenches. He places light kisses along the curves of my hips.

“Spread your legs,” he murmurs, his lips against my outer thighs muffling his voice.

He kisses my inner thighs, tracing his mouth to my pussy. He sniffs it, and my toes curl at how beautiful he looks between my legs as he buries his face in between kissing my clit through my panties.

“Oh,” I gasp loudly, my hips quivering. His hands wrap around my legs to steady me, his tongue rollingdown my panties as he sucks my pussy through the material.

I close my eyes, trembling as he yanks my panties, and flicks his tongue up my clit. I shiver, clutching the back of his head tightly. He pulls my panties halfway down, his nose brushes along my folds as he bends lower, kissing my inner thighs and sliding my panties down my legs and discarding them. I’m lost in the sensation as I feel his head brushing between my center.

Using his right hand to part my folds, he wraps his left arm around my thighs to steady me. I lean my head back, clutching the desk in anticipation of what’s to come. His warm breath dances across my sensitive skin, making my body tingle.

His gentle touch sends shivers down my spine, and I remind myself to relax, to surrender to the pleasure. I feel a soft, wet tongue glide along my folds, and I melt into the sensation. He sucks on my delicate lips, slowly at first, then faster, leaving me gasping.

My breath hitches as his tongue explores, tracing delicate patterns, making loud slurps as he laps on my pussy. He finds the hard nub of my clit and sucks on it gently, caressing it with his lips, flickering it with his tongue. My body vibrates as the pleasure rushes through me.

I lift my hips, grinding my pussy into his face, seeking more contact. I want something more than his tongue inside me. His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me close as the pleasure builds—a slow-burning firespreading through my veins.

I tremble, lost in the moment. Slowly, he lifts his face, his lips leaving my skin. I crave more. His eyes lock on mine, and our mouths meet in a ravaging, electrifying kiss. The taste of myself on his lips is intoxicating, leaning me wanting. His tongue dances with mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

His mouth explores mine, gentle yet demanding, and I let myself be overwhelmed by the sensation. I cling to him, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. I can't seem to get enough of him.

Time seems to stand still as our lips move in perfect sync, communicating in a language only we understand. As we break apart, gasping for air, our eyes lock, and I see the desire mirrored back at me. The intensity of his gaze makes me shudder with anticipation.

His hands continue to explore my body, tracing invisible lines across my skin. Each touch ignites a new spark and I tremble, hungry for more release. His fingers dance along my curves, teasing me. My breath catches as he finds sensitive spots between my thighs and along my cleavage, sending shivers down my spine. His lips brush against mine once again, then trail down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arch under his touch, wanting more.

We move together, a sensual dance, our bodies in perfect alignment. His arousal presses against me, and I feel my wetness spread, the ache burning down my thighs. His mouth claims mine, our tongues entwining in a savage kiss. I taste his desire, and my own hunger grows. Our hands roam, seeking and finding. He gropes mybreasts through my dress, massaging and kneading them, twirling my nipples between his fingers. I arch into his hands, moaning softly.