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I stand there, unmoving, my jaw clenched, my mind racing.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, my voice low but firm.

She nods in submission, as we walk side by side out of the venue.

Chapter Seventeen

Winter

As soon as we descend the red carpet stairs out front, the chauffeur pulls up as if he was summoned out of thin air. Impeccable timing.

Knox's hand goes to the lower part of my back, his touch still permeating through me. The driver stands by the car but Knox waves him away.

"I got it."

He opens the back door and slides me in. Our eyes lock as I look up at him. He closes the door and comes around the other side, getting in beside me.

The driver begins to pull away. I roll the window down immediately. My body is still on fire. Knox loosens his tie, the fabric pulling free from his collar.

The ride is silent, but it seems to go by quickly. I take deep breaths, trying to steady myself. I glance over at him. His eyes catch mine and we have this look between us. Pure lust.

My pussy is still pulsating. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, sliding down my thighs. I keep my legs pressed together, trying to maintain some sort of restraint.

Within moments, we pull up to the hotel. We make our way out of the car and through the front entrance. It feels like we're both scurrying through the grand foyer. People are around—talking, laughter, the lobby somewhat busy. But all of that is drowned out by the intensity of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

We make our way to the elevator bank. There are already a few people standing there waiting. The elevator arrives and Knox and I get in first, moving to stand at the back. Four other people get on with us.

We're going to the penthouse floor. Each time the elevator stops, another person gets off. I can feel Knox's hand move down my lower back. Just the mere act of his touch makes my pussy twitch.

I take a deep breath. Finally, the last person gets off and the doors close. As soon as we're alone, we turn toward each other. Knox grabs me and pulls me close. Our mouths crash together and he grips my thigh, rubbing his hand up under the split of my dress. It's feverishly aggressive. He slams me back against the elevator wall.

Then the elevator dings. We stop. Pull away. The doors open and we both walk out. Knox grabs my hand and we move toward the suite doors.

"My place or yours?" he says.

I don't say anything. I just shake my head in a whimsical way.

Knox pulls me with him as he pulls out his key card. He swipes it over the panel and opens his suite door, pulling me inside with him as he closes the door behind us.

I don't have more than a few seconds before his lips are already pressed against mine. It's hot. It's intense.The moment is thick with anticipation, the air charged between us. His mouth stays on mine, and he walks me over to the large sofa. His hands sliding over my hips as I reach for the zipper of my dress, my fingers trembling slightly. With one slow, deliberate motion, I let it slip from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my feet.

Knox pulls his lips away from mine and sits on the edge of the sofa and exhales sharply, his gaze roaming over my lace bra, and his face staring at my bare waxed pussy. He leans forward, his lips brushing against the soft skin just above my navel. A shiver rushes up my spine as his hands travel between my thighs, teasing, exploring.

His mouth trails lower. My fingers weave into his hair as he tilts his head up, his eyes flickering with dark hunger. With deliberate precision, he grips one of my legs, and lifts it on the edge of the sofa. My panties are still in his suit pocket, so there is no barrier of entry as his fingers slip inside of my pussy. He allows my juices and our remnants from earlier to coat his fingers. A gasp escapes me as he strokes slow, then deeper, his touch igniting a fire inside me.

"Knox," I whisper, my grip tightening in his hair. He hums against my skin, his fingers thrusting, stretching, unraveling me.

My legs feel weak beneath me when he suddenly pullsout his fingers and places them both in his mouth, sucking off the juices. He gives me the dirtiest look while I watch. Then he gives a command in a low growl.

"Sit on my face."

Heat floods through me at his words. He pulls me onto his lap, straddled, his grip firm as he guides me forward, positioning me above his chest. His head falls back against the sofa, as I position my wet pussy on top of his face, his mouth claiming me without hesitation.

My body tenses, then melts as his tongue moves with precision, stroking and licking me from top to bottom, flicking over my clit. I gasp, my thighs quivering as he devours me. He alternates his tongue with two fingers, playing with my g-spot. The sound is audible as he grips my thighs in place and he holds me right where he wants me.

I arch against him, my hips rocking as he tongue fucks me, drawing me higher and higher until the sensation is unbearable. My moans spiral into breathless cries, my fingers clutching his hair, as I grind against his face.

"Knox—" My voice shatters as the climax overtakes me. I let go completely, as I squirt forcefully on his face, my juices spread all over his chin, leaving me shaking, undone.