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The moment he spreads my legs, I whimper, already aching for him again. His fingers slide through the wetness between my thighs before he gripshis cock, lining himself up. Then he plunges into me, burying himself to the hilt.

A ragged moan escapes me as he stretches me all over again, the angle deeper, more intense. His hands grip my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, tilting me just right. I scream as he hits that perfect spot, my fingers digging into his arms.

He growls, his control unraveling as he pounds into me, each thrust deliberate, wrecking me completely. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I barely notice. All I feel is him. My nails drag down his back, my body trembling as another orgasm builds, this one sharper, more consuming.

"Oh god—" My words break off into a sob of pleasure as my body convulses around him.

His thrusts falter, his breathing ragged.

"Just let go," he orders, his voice raw, dark.

I shatter beneath him, my climax tearing through me like a wildfire, liquid heat spilling between us. My cum coats his dick, dripping down his balls, and the sight of it sends him over the edge.

"Fuck," he grunts, his body stiffening as he pulls me closer, his warm cum spurting deep inside of me. He pulses, as he empties his release and I can feel hot spurts of his cum inside of my walls. We vibrate against each other.

Then Knox collapses beside me, dragging me into his arms. For a long moment, neither of us move, our bodies tangled, our breaths labored.

I curl into him, our limbs entwined, the scent of us filling the space around us. His lips press against my temple, slow, lingering. We stay like this for minutes, maybe longer, lost in the haze of satisfaction, of something deeper neither of us are ready to put into words just yet.

Chapter Eighteen

Knox

Early morning light creeps in through the blinds of the hotel bedroom suite. I turn my head and see her laying there beside me. Her golden blonde hair strewn across the pillow. She looks satiated. Fucked out.

I watch her as she stirs slightly, but she doesn't wake yet. I reach out and gently move a strand of hair from the front of her face. My fingers barely graze her skin. I study the curve of her lips. The skin exposed from underneath the blanket—her bare shoulder, the line of her collarbone.

There's something about her.Everything.It's addictive. I can't explain why.

Part of me wonders if it's because I'm not supposed to touch her. If she's this forbidden fruit. If it's because she belonged to my brother at one point. I shake the thought away. There has to be something else. Something more than just the taboo of it. I decide to get up. Order room service. At least something will be ready for her when she wakes.

I slowly climb out of bed, careful not to disturb her. I find my briefs somewhere out in the living room and put them on. Then I locate the room service menu on the desk and call down to place an order. Coffee, orange juice, toast, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit.

While I wait, I open my phone and check emails. A few investor updates, a message from Fletcher about the Riverside project, something from Marcus about next week's schedule.

About twenty minutes later, there's a knock at the door. I let the room service staff in and motion for them to set everything up on the kitchen table. I hold a finger to my lips, cautioning them to be quiet so they don't wake Winter.

They nod and work efficiently, arranging the plates and pouring coffee into two cups. I tip them generously and thank them quietly as they leave. I walk back to the bedroom with a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast in hand.

As I step through the doorway, I see her eyes flutter open. I place the orange juice and toast on the nightstand beside her and slide back into bed.

"Good morning," I say.

Her eyes open fully and she looks at me. She pulls the sheet and blanket up slightly, hiding herself a little.

"Good morning," she says, her voice still soft with sleep.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask.

She has a little smirk on her face.

"Good. How about you?"

I look at her without expression, keeping my tone even.

"Amazing. Best sleep I've had in years."

I pause, then add, "I got us some breakfast."