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That was something that I couldn’t even begin to answer, and at that moment? Feeling him against me, his hot mouth trailing fire everywhere he touched, the evidence of his arousal between my legs, I didn’t think I hated him at all.
“Pass.” I started to twist my body around for my shot glass, but he held me in place with one hand.
“Open.” His knuckles nudged my chin up, and then when my lips parted, he tilted the vodka bottle to my mouth. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, and I swallowed, trying not to cough. A few drops escaped, dripping from my lip as he angled the bottle further, and he dipped down, following their path with his tongue, a long, hot line down my neck.
When he reached my breasts again and his mouth closed over the tip of my nipple, I gasped. My skin was overheated and oversensitised, even though my arms were currently bare. His suit jacket must’ve fallen from my shoulders at some point, and I hadn’t even noticed.
“Next question.” I didn’t care how shameless I sounded; I wanted him too much. “Are you going to fuck me?”
He glanced up at me again, his pupils so dilated that they were almost fully black. A slow smile curved across his lips, and his finger stroked downwards, just above my clit, teasing me with his touch. “I will…if you beg me.”
My breath hitched, and we could both hear it.
“Elena. Are you going to beg for it?”
I gave him what we both wanted. “Fuck me. Knox,please.”
His eyes flashed, dark, hungry fire, and I wanted to kiss him so badly. Wanted him to snap and kissme. But he didn’t. He bit down on the skin of my throat, hard, making me gasp. I pulled him closer, sliding my hands across his muscular back, until there was no space between us.
“Wait.” He pulled back. His hand went to his pocket, and as my hands went to his tie, undoing the knot, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a foil packet tearing. I yanked the tie from his collar, and then my fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, the sound of our breaths accompanied by the soft whisper of fabric as I parted his shirt and the metallic sound of a zipper opening.
When I kissed down his throat and then lower, letting my teeth scrape across his collarbone, he groaned. “Fuck, baby. Need to be inside you.” His hands went to my hips, and then he was shoving the delicate silk of my underwear aside and lifting me, impaling me on his huge, thick cock. It burned, but it wassogood.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated his words by thrusting up against me, and I rolled my hips down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies seemed to move together effortlessly, like we’d been fucking for years.
“Knox.” All I could do was pant out his name as he took me apart with his cock and his fingers, sending me spiralling towards the edge.
“How…long…have you been wanting to do this?” I managed to gasp out my question.
“Since the first second I saw you tonight. Then when that fucker dared to ask you to dance earlier, I knew I was going to make you mine,” he growled, thrusting up harder, his powerful thighs flexing underneath mine as he hit that spot inside me with perfect accuracy.
I moved faster against him, gripping onto his shoulders, kissing every part of him I could reach except his mouth, hot and wet and messy. “Knox. I’m so close.”
“Fuck, baby.” He moved his hands to grip my ass, palming it as I rolled my hips again and again. “One last question.” His tongue traced over the shell of my ear, a soft touch contrasting the frantic movements of our bodies.
“Why did you change your name?” As he rasped out the words, his tone low and dangerous, he gave one hard rub of his finger against my clit. I was done for, soaring over the edge, my body shaking.
My vision blurred, and my mind was gone—caught between the blissful pleasure of my orgasm and the panic that his words had brought on. So much so that I barely registered him coming inside me, his hard length throbbing as he filled the condom.
I didn’t know how I managed it because my entire body was completely wrung out, drained and satiated, but I somehow got my shaking legs to work, lifting myself off him and stumbling over to the other side of the table.
“Pass,” I whispered. “This game is over.”
26
KNOX
Elena stared at me from across the table, still breathing hard. Somehow, between the start and end of this game, I’d lost sight of my objective. Something at the back of my mind had reminded me to ask her the question I’d really wanted the answer to, but by then, it was too late. Her pussy clamping down on my cock felt so good, the curves of her body so hot under my hands, that I couldn’t even bring myself to care about the questions anymore. I knew that I’d kick myself tomorrow—it was a fucking guarantee—but for now, my dick was satisfied, and my mind was wiped blank, thanks to a superior fuck. The way this girl was leagues above anyone else I’d been with, including the older women, should have and did make me rage. Usually. But not tonight.
The sound of a key made us both startle, and I was at the door in three swift strides, rapping on the glass.
“My apologies, sir.” One of the members of staff inclined his head as he swung the door open. “I wasn’t aware that anyone was out here.”
“Give us five minutes,” I instructed, closing the door in his face. Heading back over to the table, I swiped my discarded tie from the floor. I buttoned my shirt back up and threaded the tie back through my collar, tying it in an easy, practised movement. Glancing over at Elena, I saw that she was leaning against the table, holding on to it with a white-knuckled grip. Her hair was dishevelled from where I’d had my hands through it, and her dress gaped open where I’d removed the tape that had been holding it in place.
I picked up my jacket and strode over to her. No one else got to see her so undone. Only me. “Put this on.”
She met my gaze, her pretty light brown eyes luminous in the low light. “What?”
