He’s still hard from the spa soak.
Or it could be from the elevator – where we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. I have my fingers crossed that no one tries to sell that video footage to some gossip site, but at that moment I had not one damn care in the world about paparazzi or how crossing this line will impact our relationship and my job.
I throw my head back, lightly resting it on his shoulder, and stare up at him. I’m about to give everything to this man and hope to God he doesn’t give me heartbreak in return.
“Shall I grab your vibrator and send you on your way?” he grumbles.
“Don’t you even think about it,” I say. “If I recall correctly, you were very adamant that you could do a much better job.” I run my hands down his sides. “Let’s see if you live up to your word.”
He stares down at me with eager eyes. “Babe, I’ll be doing much more than I promised. I’m going to get you off over and over again until I’ve exhausted every ounce of energy in your tight little body. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll ache when you walk, the memory of how good I feel inside of you relishing through you with every step for days.”
“Then prove it,” I challenge.
He lifts me up as if I’m weightless, and I hook my legs around him, rocking against his erection, silently asking for more. He cups my ass with his strong hands and stalks straight for the bedroom.
He flips on the light and tosses me on the bed. “Never question my abilities, sunshine. I’ll do more than prove it to you.”
My nipples peak, and I lick my lips when he strips off his shirt. I lean back, leveling myself with my elbows, so I can watch him crawl up the bed, straight to me. He plants his lips on mine, tasting me briefly, and I whine at the loss of him.
He peels off my shirt, uses only two fingers to unsnap my bra, and throws them to the floor. His mouth moves straight to a sensitive nipple, lashing the tip of it with his tongue.
“Your lips taste delicious. Your tits taste amazing. I can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy,” he mutters against my chest.
He rains kisses down my stomach and disposes of my yoga pants before tearing my panties down my legs.
All of this happens before I even get the chance to catch my breath.
I’m naked, feeling the weight of myself trapped underneath Knox Rivers in his bed.
And we’re about to have sex.
Hot damn.
My mouth suddenly falls open as a shot of excitement spirals straight through me. I must’ve been deep in thought of how electrified he’s making me feel because when I look down, I see Knox’s head in-between my legs. I don’t even have time to prepare myself for the first flick of his tongue against my heat.
He’s not wasting any time tonight.
He starts off slow, caressing me with his skilled tongue, but as my breathing gets deeper and my moans grow louder, he speeds up the pace. I reach down and delve my fingers into his soft hair, tugging at the roots uncontrollably, as I writhe beneath him.
He doesn’t even seem phased that I’m on the verge of nearly scalping him. He’s lapping me up, using both his tongue and fingers to drive into me, hitting every sensitive spot I have until I can’t take it anymore.
It’s coming.
I’m coming.
I shake, coming undone and flying off the rails of the roller coaster ride he’s taking me on, and cry out my release.
It takes me a few minutes to gain control of my breathing before I can say anything. “Jesus Christ,” I blurt out. “How in the fuck do you do that so well? What are you, some orgasm magician?”
He kisses each one of my thighs and takes one last lick before looking up and shooting me a confident grin. “What did I tell you? I’m much better than anything or anyone you’ve ever had.” I shiver when he slides his hands back up my thighs. “And for my next trick, I’m going to get you to scream my name.”
“I’m excited for the show.”
He chuckles, watching me with a hooded gaze while he moves back and steps off the bed. “Not as much as I am to perform.”
I prop myself back up with my elbows, and excitement buzzes through me at the anticipation of finally getting to see him naked.
I’ve heard the rumors.
He has a massive cock that he knows how to use well.
And the rumors are true. My mouth falls open when he drops his shorts, his thick cock springing forward, and steps out of them. My elbows nearly give out as I fixate on the perfection that is Knox Rivers.
I crawl over to him, and his stomach muscles tense when I wrap my hand around his shaft. I stroke him a few times, loving the soft curses flying from his mouth, and duck down to wrap my lips around the swollen head.
“Fuck, Libby,” he breathes out when I take him in my mouth. He pumps his hips up, meeting my lips, and I take him in deeper. I peek up, and the sight of him throwing his head back in ecstasy only turns me on more. “Yes, suck me, just like that.”
I inch my hand around his waist, digging my nails into his ass, dragging him closer to my mouth. I groan when pulls away, stopping me.
“That’s not how it’s going down tonight, sunshine,” he tells me, his voice stern. “When you make me come for the first time, it’s not going to be in your mouth. I want to be inside of you, taking you in long, deep strokes. I want you to feel what I’ve been trying to tell you is right all along.”
A rush of heat barrels through me when he bends down, picks me up from underneath my armpits, and places me on my back against the crisp sheets. He goes to his bag lying on the couch in the room, unzips a side pocket, and pulls out a box of condoms. He tears one off and sets the box on the nightstand.
“We’re not going to need all of those,” I say, with a laugh.
“I like to be prepared,” he answers.
I watch him, unblinking, as he opens the condom and slides it over his cock. The bed indents when he comes back to me.
“You positive you’re ready for this?” he asks.
“I’m more than positive,” I answer, squirming underneath him and opening my legs wider, a way to tell him to hurry it the hell up.
His face scrunches up as he situates his cock in front of my heat and slowly glides it inside of me. I gasp, and he gives me a second to adjust to his large size.
“You’re so damn tight, sunshine,” he mutters. “I haven’t even started yet, and you already feel like heaven.”
I come alive at his first thrust, closing my eyes to savor the experience.
He starts out slow, his pace unhurried and gentle.
So good. So hot. I need more.
“Harder,” I pant, meeting his strokes. “I thought you were going to fuck me so hard I ached for days?”
“Your wish is my command, sunshine.”
He carefully withdraws, and I arch my back when he drives back into me with no warning. I dig my nails into his shoulders, begging for more, until my body starts to tremble.
“Knox! Oh my god! Knox” I scream out, my orgasm shattering through me. He starts fucking me even harder, and I continue to pant his name while he finds his release.
He collapses on top of me, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths against mine.
“Shit,” he breathes out. He balances himself on his elbows and dips his head down to kiss me. “That’s even better than I imagined.” He presses his lips against my nose and then gets up, removes the condom, and goes to the bathroom to throw it away.
He’s grinning from ear to ear when he slides back in bed, drags me over to him, and positions me at his side, his arm resting on my stomach.
“This is like Friends,” he says. “When Ross and Rachel finally give into their desires.”
“You’re right,” I mutter, my eyes feeling heavy.
He damn sure wasn’t lying about draining all of the energy out of me. The last thing I remember is his lips sinking into my hair before I drift off to sleep.
“I’m in your bed,” I whisper into my pi
llow as the bright sun starts to shine through the thin curtains. “Holy shit. I’m in your bed.”
I fucked Knox Rivers.
I also sucked his cock.
And I want to do it again.
This is exactly what I’d been afraid would happen – that I’d start to get consumed by this man and keep wanting more and more of him.
I hear a deep laugh behind me, and the white sheets slide down to my waist as strong arms wrap around my stomach. He pulls my naked body into him, my back resting against his front, and I can feel his morning glory against my ass.
“Fucking finally,” he replies. “I’ve been trying to have a morning like this for months.”
“Thomas is going to flip his shit if he finds out about this.” And so is every Knox Rivers fangirl out there. I saw the way they treated Stella. They were brutal, commenting on her social media pages telling her she was ugly and Knox belonged to them. I don’t need that kind of drama in my life.
“It was bound to happen.”
I lose the warmth when I turn around to face him. Damn, he looks amazing first thing in the morning. I can see the damage my nails did to his shoulders last night. I nearly assaulted the man. His hair is wild, most likely from my fingers pulling at the roots while he went down on me.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
He signals between the two of us. “You and me … this … it was going to happen sooner or later. We have something, Libby, and your mouth can mutter out all kinds of denial, but your body is throwing something else out. Your heart isn’t agreeing, either.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe you only turn me on. It had been awhile since … you know.”
“Since you had dick as good as mine?” He pauses. “Actually, that’s probably never happened the way you tore me up last night.”
I sigh. “I guess we got each other out of our systems.”
“Trust me, I did not get you out of my system. If anything, what happened last night only makes me want more of you. I want to know what it feels like inside of you in every position possible.”
I fight with myself to restrain from moaning when he rests his hand on my hip and scoots in closer to me. He rubs his erection against my heat, making my argument harder as he gets harder.
“We can’t do this again,” I stutter out.
“We’re about to do it again in about three seconds. Turn around.” I do as I’m told and look back at the sound of him opening up a condom. He grunts as he slides it onto his erection. I tremble when his chilly hand reaches down and slips between my legs. “And you’re soaked for it.” He wastes no time hitching my leg over his waist and sliding his manhood inside of me from behind. I moan, feeling every inch of him, as he starts rocking back and forth.
I tilt my hips up, meeting his long strokes, and shiver when he swipes my hair from my shoulder to whisper in my ear. “Out of your system, my ass. I want you on top, riding my cock, and showing me you’ll never get enough of it. That you’ll never have me out of your system.”
Heat curls up my spine when he pulls out of me to collapse on his back. I’m aching at the loss of him as I eye his erect cock, now soaked with my juices.
“Maybe I need to work a little bit harder then,” I say, licking my lips.
“Then get to it.”
Oh, fuck it.
Like Knox said, it was bound to happen … and him laying there offering his cock makes me bound to ride him, right?
I stroke his cock once before nervously lowering myself down on him. He fills me perfectly, like we’re two puzzle pieces destined for each other, and I slowly start to ride him.
He controls my pace – slow and passionate – until we both lose control of ourselves.
“I just realized something,” Knox says, staring down at me. He’s sitting up, his back against the headboard of the bed with me resting against him. “And I feel like a self-centered jackass for not asking earlier.”
Three hours have passed since our morning screw, and we’ve been in bed talking, laughing, sharing stories, and I’ve probably never enjoyed myself more. There’s none of that morning-after awkwardness. I feel so damn comfortable in his arms and his bed.
“What is it?” I ask nervously. Knox lives for heart-to-heart, deep in your soul talks. Me? Not so much.
“What are you going to school for?”
I relax my shoulders. Easy question. “Social work.”
“Why social work?”
“We had a housekeeper, Marilyn, who worked for us for years. She was one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met. Aside from working for us, she was also a foster mom, and I’d sit there while she made dinner listening to her tell me story after story about the children she took in. I couldn’t believe some of them. They were horrible, like a sad movie, but it was someone’s real life. These children were born to drug addicts. They were malnourished and neglected. My dad would invite them over for the holidays so they’d have Christmas presents and Easter baskets. I decided that when I grew up, I was going to be like Marilyn and help make a difference in kids’ lives.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. Your heart is so big, it’s extraordinary.”
“Trust me, there’s so much more I could do, but you have to start somewhere, you know? Eventually, I want to be able to create a home for them, give them some stability.”
He scrubs his hand over his face. “I think I had it rough sometimes, but when you hear stories like that, it hurts. I was one of those children wishing for new shoes or even extra money for a cookie at lunch, but at least I had a parent. At least I had a roof over my head. It might’ve not been much, but it was something.” He squeezes my side. “You’ll change people’s lives. I’m sure of it.”
“That’s my plan.” My throat clenches when it hits me, and I try to force a smile on my face. I’ve tried not to think about this because it kills me every time.
“What’s wrong?”
I slam my eyes shut, shaking my head. “It’s nothing.”
“What’s wrong, Libby?”
“Talking about it reminds me of what I wanted to do. I planned on using my inheritance money to open up a home for foster children who haven’t been placed yet. It’s difficult for some, especially older kids, to get put into a decent place. I even met with a realtor and found the perfect home, but that fell through when my dad lost his money. I wanted to change children’s lives, and I feel like I’m letting them down in a sense.”
Sadness grips my chest, and I try to hold back the tears. Knox grabs my hand, brings it up to his lips, and kisses it. “You’re going to change lives with or without that money, Libby. You’ve already changed mine for the better, and I won’t be the last. You bring sunshine everywhere you go.”
“So you’re meeting up with your brother later?” I ask Knox.
We’re sitting across from each other eating a late lunch. We’re in Houston, and Knox made a three-day break in his schedule so he can spend time with his family while he’s here.
“That’s the plan,” he answers.
I nod and am about to ask him if he needs me to do anything for them, but my mouth clamps shut at the sound of a loud knock on the door.
“I heard Knox Rivers is in there! Let me in!” a man shouts on the other side. “Hello! I’m here to have Knox Rivers sign my chest. I paid the security guard fifty dollars and made my girlfriend flash him, so I demand I get that signature!”
“What the fuck?” I mouth to Knox, so the crazy person behind the door doesn’t hear me.
He shrugs. “Sounds like another stalker to me.”
“A male stalker? You have those too?” There’s another loud banging. “Where the hell is George?”
“I told him he could go hang out on the town for awhile.”
I throw my hands up. “Great, you have a stalker banging on your door and your bodyguard is out on the town. Maybe we should call the police?”
“Just open the door, Libby.”
My finger goes to my chest. “Me? Yo
u’re the one they want.”
“You’re acting like there’s a serial killer on the other side of that door.”
“There might be.”
He laughs, and I tuck my legs underneath me when he gets up from his seat. I hold my breath when he opens up the door. Knox is usually cautious about dealing with crazies, so I can’t believe he’s about to face this lunatic.
A man comes barreling in, and his hand goes straight to his mouth. “Oh my God! Knox Rivers! I am your biggest fan,” he says, jumping up and down. He looks over at me. “Are you his girlfriend? I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to end you.”
Knox is standing to the side watching the guy with an amused smile.
What am I missing?
I tense up when the guy gets closer and shoves his hand my way. “Easton Rivers,” he says. “Nice to meet you.” He has a country drawl to his voice, which is surprising because Knox has no hint of an accent.
I look from him to Knox and then back to him. “You’re Knox’s brother?”
Easton nods. “The good looking one. The smart one.”
“The one who likes to do stupid shit,” Knox says. “I knew it was him from the sound of his voice.”
“And you didn’t think it would be nice to tell me that?”
“No, it was too entertaining watching you freak out.” He looks over at Easton. “You should’ve brought a knife and looked scarier.”
I flip Knox off. “Hilarious.”
“This is Libby, my assistant,” Knox introduces. “As you can clearly see, she’s extremely professional with me.”
“Oh, I’ve heard plenty about you, Libby,” Easton says, a wild grin on his face.
“Good things I hope?” I ask.
“Very good things.”
“You two don’t look alike.” They only have a few similar features. While Knox is tall, Easton is on the shorter side with lighter hair. A few freckles are sprinkled over his nose.
“Same moms, different dads,” Easton answers. “Our mom was obviously smarter the second time around – choosing someone more handsome that could pass his looks down to me.”
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