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I went through a romance reading/listening stage that started just before Bryan and I split, and ramped up after we ended things. I was consuming a lot of extra sexy romance books for months, but then school and work distracted me. Then Knox came along and now here I am, living out a real-life romance fantasy with my very own sexy football player.
“That shit was hot, Jo Jo,” he admits, his voice low, his gaze molten.
An embarrassed laugh leaves me. “How much did you listen to?”
“A lot. I opened it up and you must’ve only listened to part of the book because it kicked off with a blowjob scene and went from there.” He shakes his head, whistling low. “It was wild.”
I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe you listened to a romance book.”
He peels my hands away, his expression amused, yet kind. He’s not making fun of me. I think he finds this…intriguing. “It was—educational.”
“Ha! I’ll say.”
“Is that what you want from me? Something like what’s in that book?”
This man. Can he not see he gives me everything I want every time we’re together? The butterflies. The anticipation. The heat and the throbbing and theOh my God,I can’t believe this is happening to mevibes.
“You already give me that.” I decide to be one hundred percent truthful. “You are like my own personal book boyfriend.”
THIRTY-FOUR
JOANNA
The smilethat appears on his face was so worth being truthful with him. He lunges for me, that towel finally falling off, revealing him in all of his naked glory as he pushes me so I’m lying in the middle of the bed as he climbs on top of me. His hands tunnel underneath my oversized sweater, igniting my skin with his rough fingertips and by the time his face is in mine, I’m starving.
For him.
He kisses me, his tongue searching, leaving no part of my mouth untouched. That low hum he makes every time he thrusts his hips against mine has me burning up inside and needing more. I stroke my hands across his shoulders. Down his back, pausing when I get to his ass. I gently push down, needing him closer, and he takes the hint, grinding against me.
Our moans mingle in the air and he drops his hands to the waistband of my leggings.
“You’ve got too much clothing on,” he mutters, rising up and giving me room.
Frantic, I sit up, removing my sweater, my hair clinging to it, flyaways everywhere. I’m not wearing a bra so that’s one less piece of clothing to deal with.
“Lie back,” he tells me and I do as he says, surprised by his firm voice. The demand he just gave me.
How I automatically did it without protest, my pussy throbbing.
His gaze never leaving mine, he grabs hold of the top of my leggings and pulls down, taking my panties with them, peeling them down my legs. He pauses to take the black slides off my feet before he removes the leggings completely, dropping them onto the floor.
Until I’m just as naked as him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze on my legs as he runs his hands up them, pausing on the inside of my knees, so he can spread them open. I wait, breathless with anticipation as those big hands glide up to my thighs, pushing me open even wider and when his gaze zeroes in on my pussy, I sink my teeth into my lower lip, my heart like a drum, beating in my ears.
“Look at you.” His hungry gaze lifts to mine and I want to melt at the way he’s looking at me. “Already so wet.”
Embarrassingly wet, not that he seems to mind. He settles his hand between my legs, lightly stroking me, and my thighs tremble.
“All for me?” he asks when I don’t say anything.
“Always for you,” I whisper, inhaling sharply when he grazes my clit with his fingertips.
He’s pleased with my answer. I can see it in the way his eyes flare. He cups me between my legs, his grip firm, his thumb resting over my clit. “How many times do you think I can make you come tonight?”
Knox considers my orgasm count a challenge, which always works in my favor.
“Once?” I raise my brows, teasing him.
