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His SEAL training and missions had been physically challenging. But the real challenge was mental. He truly believed that once a person controlled their thoughts, which then controlled their actions, there was nothing they couldn’t do.
The longer he lay in bed, the more he did everything in his power not to think about Laura, and the more images popped up in his head like computer viruses.
Her ass in those tiny shorts she wore.
The tiny flecks of gold that swam in her hazel eyes.
The light lavender scent that followed her everywhere.
Her long, toned calves.
The slope of her ankles.
The pink paint on her toes.
Every thought caused blood to travel south to his groin. Before he knew it, he was standing at full attention once more. That was concerning considering none of the images he’d thought of had been sexual.
What had this woman done to him?
He pushed off the bed and decided that the only solution to this was to go old school. It was cold shower time. He’d never used this method of torture because he’d never wanted to stop being aroused. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Knox pushed out of bed and crossed the bedroom, flipping the light on when he entered the bathroom. He turned the handle to the C, stripped out of his boxer briefs, and stepped under the rainfall showerhead.
He flinched as the shock of the cold water hit him. He stood under the freezing stream, waiting for his erection to deflate. The problem was that the more he tried not to think about Laura, the more he thought about her.
His mind started picturing her in this very shower, naked, with water dripping down her luscious curves. He closed his eyes and imagined her on her knees in front of him. Her hand closed around his shaft as her tongue ran up and over his engorged tip before sucking him into the deep recesses of her hot, wet mouth.
The more he tried not to think about her, the dirtier the acts she was performing got. Soon Knox was throbbing painfully, and he took matters into his own hands as he imagined her pretty lips wrapped around him, sucking him into her warm, wet mouth while she pleasured herself and looked up at him the entire time. Her tongue licking him as she stroked him up and down. Within just a few pumps, his release hit him hard and fast. He came with a force that had him seeing stars.
When the last spurt ejected, he shut the water off, closed his eyes, and rested his forehead on the tiled wall.
If he’d come that hard from just imagining her giving him a blowjob, what would he do if they were actually together? He’d never had an issue with premature ejaculation, but he had a feeling that was because he’d never been with Laura Lopez.
10
The bell rangover the door of the shop, and Laura looked up expectantly, only to be disappointed once again. All day, she’d been hoping to catch a glimpse of Knox Savage. It was ten minutes until closing, and there’d been no sightings of him.
At least no in-person sightings. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw a vision of Knox standing in front of her with his sweaty shirt clinging to his body. The image of his perfectly chiseled frame was seared into her retinas. Every line of sinewed muscles, every dip of carved perfection, was forever branded in her memory.
And that was just the eye-candy treat of the night. The real standout of the night had been the way he moved with strength, agility, and grace. He’d climbed up the tree, grabbed Sofie, and was back down the tree with ninja-like speed.
Just thinking about the sight of Knox cuddling Sofie in his arms had Laura’s ovaries tingling. That man was a walking red flag, and Laura was the bull who wanted to charge straight for him.
I’m being ridiculous, she thought to herself as she smiled at the mother-daughter duo who had just entered and were approaching the counter.
Laura had met the entire family earlier in the week. The woman and her husband had two sons who were eight and ten, and then the five-year-old, who today wore a pink and white polka dot sundress with her hair in two braids.
Running the Snack Shack meant that Laura met hundreds of tourists a week in peak seasons. This particular family had stood out to her because the girl was the spitting image of her mom, the oldest son was the father’s mini-me, and the middle son was a perfect combo of both.
The family of five had made Laura wish for things that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to have.
The little girl held her mom’s hand as she approached the counter.
"Hello again. How are you ladies doing today?" Laura smiled.
"Great!" The mom beamed. "We’re having a little girl time while the boys go four-wheeling."
"We got our nails done!" she proudly displayed her glitter pink manicure.
