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“No. He’s incredible,” Knox says, leaning down until his lips brush my cheek. “Which is the damn problem. I don’t need a funny, ridiculously hot Viking who gets whoever he wants anywhere near you.”

“You don’t?”

“It even annoys me that you’re thinking about him right now.”

“Then distract me,” I whisper, and Knox’s mouth crashes over mine.

He grinds his hips down against mine, his weight burying me into the couch.

Trapping my wrists above my head with one hand, he reaches down with his free hand and frees us both from our pants.

“Stop fucking thinking about anything else,” Knox growls against my mouth.

His fingers slide around both our lengths, stroking us together as his hips thrust into his fist.

I close my eyes, completely letting go to surrender to every touch, kiss, and surge of heat he’s willing to give me.

We move together with a frantic, desperate rhythm that drives me insane.

I want more of him.

So much more it scares me.

I kiss him, taste him, bite his shoulder, taking as much as I can while praying he’s feeling even half of what I feel.

“I’m close,” I moan, annoyed at myself for not being able to hold out longer just to keep him touching me.

But let’s be real… lasting ten minutes with this man is a fucking achievement that should be recognized as both a sport and an art form.

Knox tightens his grip, sliding his tongue into my mouth and rolling it against mine.

“Ah!” I gasp, my back arching against him as my orgasm hits, followed immediately by his a few seconds later.

— ¤ —

The next morning, after making out in the shower, eating breakfast, and watching The Karate Kid, I’m resting on top of Knox, tangled together on the couch.

He looks betrayed as hell.

“I can’t believe you lied to me.”

“Lied? When?” I ask.

“You said Daniel-san was the best around.”

“He is.”

“He’s a fucking villain, Prince. He went after a taken woman, helped her cheat, and disrupted the lives and training of those nice, strong, adorable Cobra Kai kids.”

“Adorable?!”

“Fucking adorable. Did you not see that blond, gorgeous 80’s fluffy hair and innocent puppy eyes?” he asks, and I laugh.

“So you’re not Daniel-san?”

“Fuck no. I’m half Johnny.”

“Why only half of him?”