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With a final stroke, my body tightens.

I groan loudly and lie there for a few minutes, chest heaving, my heart beating fast, as the aftershocks ripple through me.

The silence settles back into the room, and it feels delicious.

I look back up at the tiny black disc on the wall and smile.

Good luck sleeping tonight, little tree.

CHAPTER 5

KNOX

My arm twitches, and my leg won’t stop shaking.

I can’t keep still, and the restlessness is getting worse with every second that goes by.

I check the clock on the nightstand… It’s two freaking o’clock in the morning.

Damn it.

I roll over for a third time, but even with this insanely expensive, lumbar-whatever-the-fuck mattress, I can’t manage to find a single comfortable position.

My body is stiff, exhausted, and worst of all… turned on.

More turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire miserable life.

I’ve been rock-hard for an entire fucking week, and all because that stupid Prince won’t stop touching himself at night.

Tonight, he’s been making obscene, mouthwatering noises for over an hour. And because life hates me, I’m forced to listen to them in high definition… through a pair of surveillance headphones that can pick up the noise of a damn pin dropping.

“Ahh…” Cillian moans, loud and raspy, deliberately trying to drive me insane.

Which is, unfortunately, working.

Through the feed, I can hear the friction of his sheets, his shallow, breathy inhales, his needy pants, and the slick sound of his fist working up and down his cock.

Dear Lord, I am about to burst.

Take a deep breath, Knox.

Don’t let him get to you.

“Mmm… fuck, your dark muscles…” he groans into the mic, and I freeze.

What the…

Is Cillian touching himself, thinking of me?

No—no, he isn’t.

Jesus Christ, Knox, get a grip.

You’re a professional.

You’ve been through far worse than this.

And I have, so a spoiled, panting brat is nothing I can’t manage. No matter how hot he sounds.