Page 121 of Twisted Knight

“You will be. Make no mistake about that.” I run my hand through her hair and tug it back to force her to look up at me and to expose that sexy line of her neck. Her smirk taunts as much as her body tempts. “I haven’t stopped wanting you since that first night we met.”

“I know. It’s hard to want you as much as I do when I’m supposed to hate you.”

I lick the line of her neck and love that her body jerks from the sensations it evokes. “And now you hate that you want me so much.” I gently pinch her nipples between my fingers and her back arches, shoving them forcefully into my hands.

“I do.”

Our mouths meet again. With more hunger. With more desperation. With the words fueling our need until it burns so bright I swear to fucking god we’re going to combust.

“Holden,” she murmurs between kisses. “Hold?”

I love that her voice sounds as close to snapping as I feel.

“Hmm?”

She pushes her hands against my chest, our lips breaking apart and our bodies separating. She makes a show of standing from the edge of the desk. Because my legs are between her thighs, as she stands her arousal slides over my skin.

Fucking hell.

The thought. The feeling. The knowledge that I did that to her.

Every part of me wants to push her back down and drive into her. Fuck her good and hard until we’re both lost in oblivion.

“Sunshine.” It’s a strained two syllables as she steps into me.

Her eyes flicker down the length of my body before scraping back up to meet my eyes. “Take me from behind.” She reaches down and strokes my cock as if her words aren’t fucking enough. “That way I can feel every fucking inch of you.”

She leans in and kisses me like it’s her last breath before turning around, my hands sliding over her torso as she does, and then bends painstakingly slowly over the edge of the conference room table.

I take in the sight. The lingerie. The curve of her ass. The pink of her pussy. The chills chasing over her skin. The moisture glistening for me. Because of me. It’s a goddamn concentrated effort to look up to her face when she turns and looks over her shoulder, saying my name.

“Yeah.” I grunt the word out, my gaze immediately going back to my hand sliding between her legs and testing to make sure she’s ready for me. She’s more than ready, begging for me in the way her muscles tighten around me when I push three fingers in and fuck her with them.

The way she pushes back on my hand. How she moans. The feel of my hands squeezing her ass. The way she smells—her perfume mixed with arousal.

“Please, Mr. Knight,” she whispers.

And the way she fucking sounds saying that.

I line my cock up at her entrance and drive into her without warning. The sensation of her gripping around me consumes my thoughts. Snaps all control. Between the game and her outfit and her requests, I know once I’m fully seated, once I let her adjust to me, there will be no turning back.

I grit my teeth as I bottom out in her. Her sharp gasp of pleasure mirrors my groan of bliss. I squeeze the sides of her hips and when she pushes back on my cock, I begin to move.

It’s fast and desperate. I drive into her over and over, my mind lost and my body alive with every fucking sensation.

Her pussy is the heaven I want to get lost in and the hell I can’t resist. It makes me want to take my time and at the same time drive into her until I can’t go any more.

It’s her panted moan. It’s the tight, wet grip of her pussy. It’s the jolt of her ass as I slam against it. It’s her hands reaching back and gripping the edge of the table.

It’s the pressure building, stroke after stroke, moan after mewl. Spreading from my lower back to my balls to goddamn everywhere.

It’s her calling out my name as her muscles tighten around me over and over as her orgasm slams into her.

It’s me losing all sense of reality as mine follows shortly thereafter.

I buckle under its intensity. My hips jerking as I lean forward and press my forehead to her back.

Exhausted.