Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
My mind has been playing tug of war since we finished dinner and he asked that question. Would I be with Knight if it hadn’t been for that case? Yet that case is what put us in each other’s paths.
My life was on the line from the moment it landed on my desk. I was so sheltered and naïve. Bad guys were only on TV until I took that job, and still, I hadn’t taken that seriously.
I thought I was invincible until I came face to face with death. It wasn’t a Hollywood movie anymore when my life was threatened and the attempt was almost successful. Talk about scared straight.
I tucked my tail and ran. I sure did have my dad pull every string he could to help me start my practice as an IP lawyer. The elevator stops between floors pulling me out of my thoughts.
I look at Knight as he steps away from the panel. He stalks toward me until I’m cornered against the metal wall.
“Wh … what are you doing?” I breathe.
He places one hand on my waist and the other one he cups the side of my neck with. Slowly, he drags his thumb from my chin to the base of my throat. I shiver from his touch.
The way he licks his lips and those blue eyes sparkle, it’s clear he knows exactly how that hold affects me. He moves so close; I can feel his erection as he grows in his jeans.
“You said this elevator was on your list,” he says huskily.
It takes a moment before his words click through the fog that’s started in my brain. I release a short breathless laugh. I shake my head and push at his chest.
“That’s not happening,” I scoff.
He leans in close until his lips are a breath away from mine. “Tell me you don’t feel that. You make my body buzz with need for you. Are you really going to deny what I can do for you?”
He moves his hand on my waist up over my ribs. I nearly whimper. It’s been so long, and I know for a fact he will knock the dust off this pussy, but that’s the problem. If I allow Knight to touch me, there’s no telling where things will take us.
You don’t just take one hit of Knight. I’ll be calling him all week for seconds, thirds, shit, he’ll be on speed dial for at least a month. My pussy is drooling for him already, like I asked her for her opinion.
“I came for my earrings.”
He snorts, his breath fanning my lips. “Maybe, but before you leave, you’re coming for me.”
With that, he flicks his tongue out over my lips. Instantly, my arms are around his neck as if they have a mind of their own. He growls and takes my lips so fast my head spins.
Here’s the thing about Knight. He does everything with a rhythm. Like music is playing in his head while he’s devouring you. It’s mind numbing. Never the same, but always just right for the occasion.
Tonight, he’s setting a medium tempo that promises to mess my head up. I move with him, it’s the best thing to do. I’ll still get lost in this ride, but I’ll come out on the other side wearing a completely sated glow.
I dive my fingers in his hair as he moves his lips to my jaw. Each kiss is like fire, flaming along my skin and consuming me. When he gets to my spot on my neck and sucks the skin into his mouth, I arch into him and cry out.
“Ah,” I moan.
In what seems like one swift movement, he lifts the hem of my dress over my hips and has me wrapped around his waist as he pins my back to the elevator. The energy coming off him is like a caged animal ready to pounce. I quake as his hold on my throat tightens.
“There’s my girl,” he breathes in that sexy tone of his.
He grinds into me through my damp panties and his tightening jeans. I’m sure he’s about to burst through them as I feel him growing harder. This man. Why is he the only one who makes me feel this way?
“Knight,” I groan his name as I spiral down the rabbit hole.
He swirls his tongue on my skin as he moves down from the base of my throat to the opening of the V of my dress. He flicks those blues up at me, and I cream my panties. Knight has a way of looking at me as if I’m the most desirable woman in the world. It’s a heady feeling. It always makes me feel so powerful and beautiful.
As the middle child in my family, I’ve felt powerless on more occasions than I’d like to count. I admire my big sister for taking her life in her own hands. Knight has been my only rebellious act. My dirty little secret.