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I get lost in time until we slow down and turn onto a familiar road. It’s then I realize we’re nearly home. Another five minutes, and we are.
The gates swing open, and we’re rolling down the driveway, then we slow to a stop outsidehisgarage—a place I’ve never been.
The automatic doors open like the entrance to the Batcave, and we drive into the large spacious garage filled with an assortment of cars and motorcycles.
At first view, I count ten cars and six motorcycles, and they’re all of the hundreds-of-thousands-dollar and above variety.
I assumed he had a lot of cars because I’ve seen him with at least three and the garage looked massive from the outside, but this is way more than I imagined.
I can’t believe I’ve lived in this house for almost two months and not known all these vehicles were inside here.
We park. Knight gets off the bike first, then helps me. I’m grateful he’s holding me because my legs give when I try to stand on my own.
“Steady?” The hint of a smile touches his face, but it’s brief.
“Yes.”
“Good. Come.”
“Where are we going now?”
He takes my hand and starts leading me in the opposite direction of where I thought we’d go—which was inside the house.
“I’m going to get that thing off you. I’m not fucking my wife with another man’s name written on her.”
My mouth falls open, and I glare at him, but he’s not looking back at me. Knight has his head held high, his jaw set, and his focus on the door ahead, which must lead to the back of the house.
I keep my gaze locked on him, but it hasn’t escaped me that the mention offuckinghas stated his obvious intentions for me later. The anticipation of having him inside me again has me shamefully wet. I’m so wet I can feel the moisture beading between my thighs. My damn mouth is also watering, and my skin is flushing all over with the wild fire of need.
Damn me, and damn him too. I realize I want this man so badly he could walk me to the edge of the earth, and I’d still follow him just for one kiss.
It’s been too long since the last time I felt his lips on mine and even longer
since my body joined with his.
That last time, we made love on the beach just before we left our little paradise island. Now we’re here.
Knight opens the door and ushers me outside at the back of the house. I recognize this section very well after my countless walks to the beach.
Across from us is his workshop. That’s exactly where he leads me.
We go inside but approach the section in the back that houses another worktable. The sculptures of Giselle and the other figures are on the other side, so I can’t see them.
Good.For some reason, since being back in New York and knowing what happened to Giselle, the thought of looking at replicas of her twists my insides. I also don’t want to feel guilty for that pang of envy which hasn’t left me.
It’s there now, even though I can’t see her.
Knight walks me up to the table, then moves to the row of drawers next to us.
“What are you going to do to me?” I watch him rummaging through the drawers. “I’ve had permanent ink on me many times. It comes off in a few days. A week max. Can’t we just go to bed? It’s late.”
He cuts me a sharp glance. “You heard what I said before, Goddess. And like I said, you’re not going to get off that easy.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and likeIsaid before,”—I borrow his tone—“I was looking for you.”
