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Fourteen
Addi’s goal for her one night with Brannon Knox was to take everything she wanted and leave nothing undone. She’d vowed to make it good. Evidently she overshot the mark, because sex with Bran wasn’t good. It was freaking fantastic.
Epic.
Mind-blowing.
And when he’d stopped letting her run the show to take over, she was just as thrilled with the outcome.
But.
She still wanted to run the show.
“I want to be on top again,” she told him as he stroked into her. “Please.”
She could tell that he didn’t want to say yes, to give up control of her pleasure. But there was more to her pleasure than he knew—most of it would come from being in charge of his.
Her please must have swayed him. He allowed her to climb on top of him, settling beneath her. Straddling him, she admired his hair ruffled in the pattern of her fingertips—bucket list item!—on the backdrop of a snow-white pillowcase.
She eased down onto him, and he filled her, the length and girth of him even more substantial in this position. Still, he didn’t let her do all the work, his hands clutching her hips as he rose to meet her.
After a few gentle glides, he clutched her hips and slammed her down onto him.
“Oh!” What a lovely surprise that had been.
He repeated the motion, his gaze never leaving hers. Another orgasm crept along her spine, threatening bone-melting pleasure.
“Like that?” He pulled her down and hit that precious, perfect spot again.
“Oh!” He’d coaxed that reaction from her without trying.
“Yeah, you like that.”
So proud of himself.
“You like this.” She rotated her hips and watched as his smile was replaced by a look of pained pleasure. “Don’t you?”
“Keep working, honey,” was his gruff answer.
She kept working, he kept rising to meet her and his thumb brushed against her clitoris in time with each long, smooth stroke. It was that move that sent her over. Hands on his chest, she rode out her orgasm with her eyes shut. Wave after wave hit her mercilessly, her insides clutching him greedily. He took over for her, pistoning his hips while she had the most delicious orgasm she’d ever experienced. A loud growl followed—his release—paired with his tight grip on her hips. So tight she wouldn’t be surprised if his fingertips left imprints.
When she was finally able to open her eyes, she’d collapsed on top of him. Her breasts were smashed flat on his chest, her nose tucked into his throat. She took a long inhalation before biting his neck and soothing it with a kiss.
He spoke first.
“Damn, Addi. That was... That was...” His chest moved with a deep laugh and she used the reserves of her strength to lift her head. He quickly lost his smile and kissed her tenderly, moving his lips on hers.
“Incredible.” He kissed her nose. “Unexpected. You’re a cowgirl in the bedroom. Who knew?”
Delirious from her earth-shattering orgasm, she muttered, “Only with you.”
“I’ll take it.” He dropped his head back and blew out a breath. “I owe you a few hours of foreplay, but if you give me a few minutes to recover...”
A few minutes.
Well, they’d have to hold her funeral right after Joe’s because she must have died from ecstasy. No way was Brannon Knox asking her for a round two.
She looked into his dark eyes. “You’re—are you serious?”
