Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Ellie had no memory of, nor did she care, how she came to be lying on the sofa in her office, her business jacket and glasses removed—the former placed on top of her desk, the latter on the back of her chair—with Knox resting on his elbows over and above her.
His lips were now traveling down the length of her throat to the sensitive hollows at its base. The lick of his tongue inside those hollows caused a shiver down her spine, pleasure rippling through her as his lips moved lower still.
He raised his head to look at her. “Is it okay if I unbutton your blouse?”
Was it okay…? “God, yes. Please.” Her cheeks suffused with heat when she realized how she must sound.
She was eager, not desperate, but she definitely longed for the pleasure she already knew Knox could give her.
“It’s a front-fastening bra,” she invited once her blouse was unbuttoned and the two sides of the garment pushed aside.
He groaned low in his throat as he nuzzled against her breasts encased in the lacy cream material.
He looked up to hold her gaze with his as his mouth closed over and sucked in one of her engorged nipples over that lacy material.
The lace quickly became wet, caressing and rubbing against that sensitive nubbin, increasing her arousal.
But not as much as when Knox unfastened the bra and his hot mouth was able to claim bare flesh. First one nipple and then the other.
Ellie’s back arched, pushing that swollen flesh even deeper into Knox’s mouth, the rasp of his tongue sending rivulets of pleasure coursing through her body to pool and deepen between her thighs. Juices gushed from her channel, wetting her panties, as he now sucked on her other nipple.
Her thighs parted automatically when she felt one of Knox’s hands caress her knee, pushing up her skirt as he caressed along the length of her thighs. She let out a protest when that hand stopped moving.
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes so dark they looked completely black, his cheeks flushed. “You’re wearing stockings.”
“Yes,” she questioned.
“Stockings,” he repeated. “Not stay-ups but stockings held up by genuine suspenders.”
“Yes,” she answered, even though it wasn’t a question. “The lace and silk material of my suspender belt and my panties match the bra I’m wearing. They were one of the few things still in their packet and not—” Gentle fingers placed over her lips stopped her from continuing.
Knox’s hands cradled her face as he looked at her intently. “You are the first woman I’ve known who wears actual suspenders and stockings.”
“Would you prefer I didn’t?”
“Are you kidding? It makes you look sexy as fuck!”
She gave a choked laugh. “Sexy enough to fuck,” she corrected.
“The two of us are going to make love, not fuck,” he stated firmly.
“It’s a little hard to care if there’s a difference when my panties are wet and the hardness of your cock is pressing against my clit.”
Knox shook his head. “You know the difference, Ellie.”
Yes, she did. Or she had thought she did but—
“You know,” Knox insisted. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last tests six months ago.”
She nodded. “Same.”
The soft pad of Knox’s thumb moved caressingly over her bottom lip before moving aside so he could push his index finger inside her mouth. “Suck,” he encouraged softly, leaning up on one elbow now. “Make my finger wet.”
Ellie instantly obeyed, unable to look away from the compulsive heat of Knox’s gaze.
“This one too,” he pushed a second finger into her mouth. “Make them both very wet, Ellie.”
Knox watched her intently as she lathed and licked those two digits until they were both dripping with saliva.
His other hand pushed up her skirt, his breathing becoming ragged as he slowly explored the bare flesh above the stocking tops. Ellie gasped when he grasped hold of the sides of her panties, and the next thing she knew, he was pulling sharply on that silky material until it ripped apart.
“That’s the only pair I have left—”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised as he removed the ripped panties completely. His breath was hot against her throat.
Ellie had no time to answer before Knox’s other hand moved down and those wet fingers stroked her engorged clit. Strong and purposeful strokes that sent arcs of pleasure coursing through her whole body.
“More?” he said hopefully.
Her eyes were still closed. “More,” she echoed, first gasping her surprise, and then groaning encouragement after Knox had moved purposefully down her until he was able to place his lips and tongue where his fingers had been.
The flatness of his tongue, moist and rough on her clit, sent jolts of a depth of pleasure she had never known before. Andrew liked to have his cock sucked, but he didn’t like giving her oral sex—
Fuck Andrew!
He had no place here. No place in her life, her thoughts, or the sexual pleasure she had found with Knox.
His wet fingers had moved to the opening of her channel, pausing to look up at her before entering, as if waiting for her permission.
Ellie moved her hands to cradle his face. “Please,” was all she could say.
But it was enough, Knox’s fingers now pushing inside her.
He thrust them in slowly and deliberately, releasing more of her juices.
That increased wetness allowed his fingers to thrust deeper until they were able to stroke against a sensitive bundle inside her.
A single touch instantly increased her feelings of ecstasy.
Ellie could only assume that it was the G-spot.
Something she had believed to be a myth until now!
Something most men said was a myth.
That Andrew had said didn’t exist!
Damn Andrew, she swore inwardly again. He had no place here with her and Knox. Absolutely none!
The more Knox stroked that bundle of nerves inside her, the deeper her pleasure became. Seconds, minutes of that relentless thrusting, along with the thrust of Knox’s moist tongue against her clit, and it all became too much to contain.
Instead, the moment Knox moved up to suckle one of her nipples, drawing on it deeply, a kaleidoscope of orgasmic colors exploded behind Ellie’s closed lids. The duology of pleasure had set off an orgasm that continued to shake and tremble through her body for several minutes.
Intense.
Endless.
So beautiful.
“Do you want to see the effect you have on me?” Knox prompted gruffly.
Ellie opened her eyes to look down to where Knox had now shifted so that he was lying on his side, his jeans unfastened, the long length of his thick and engorged cock released from the confines of his boxers.
“See what you do to me,” he encouraged as his hand curled around that thickness and he began to stroke up and down the turgid length.
Ellie couldn’t have looked away if she had wanted to, fascinated by the juices escaping from the slit at the top of Knox’s cock before leaking down onto his hand. That creamy release increased as his fingers tightened and his hand began to pump faster and faster.
His eyes were dark and tortured when he looked up at her. “Are you okay if I—”
“Please, do it!” she encouraged fiercely. “Come all over me. I want it!”
No sooner had she spoken the words than cum began to spurt from the tip of his cock, the hot release pumping copiously onto her bare stomach and thighs.
* * *
Knox knew the exact moment that Ellie remembered exactly where they were and that her PA and receptionist were only feet away behind the locked door of her office.
She gave a sudden, mortified groan, her face paling. She also closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could shut out what had just happened between them.
They had been lying on the couch together until that moment, indulging in the best post-orgasmic euphoria Knox had ever experienced. He never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, Ellie had other ideas now that she was fully conscious of their surroundings.
Knox’s hand on her arm prevented any attempt to cover herself. “I like you covered in my cum,” he admitted gruffly when she looked at him for an explanation. “In fact…” He began to rub the warm release into her skin with the palm of his hand.
Ellie snorted. “You aren’t a wild animal marking its territory!”
“Aren’t I?” He lifted his brows. “Because I think that’s exactly what I am and what I’m doing.”
Her eyes widened incredulously. “And if I don’t want to be marked?”
“Then I’ll keep making love to you, marking you, until you do want it,” he dismissed, as if the answer was obvious.
“Knox—”
“I did ask you not to break my heart,” he reminded.
“That was about my not changing my mind about the two of us having dinner together.”
“No, as far as I was concerned, it was to do with any interactions we have, now or in the future.”
“You can’t just change the rules to suit your whim!”
“I don’t have whims,” he bit out.
She gave a shake of her head. “I never know whether to take you seriously or not.”
He shrugged. “For the sake of your sanity and mine, let’s assume that when I say something to you, I’m always being sincere.”
Her cheeks bloomed with color, her lashes lowering as she looked down to where he had finished rubbing his cum into her skin. “Are you happy now?”
“You smell like sex and me, so yes, I’m very happy,” he confirmed without apology. “Is this…” He gently touched the bruise visible on her hip. “If I had known about this, I would have given him one here too.” He bent to place his lips softly against the already colorful bruise.
“How did you know the other places he hurt me…?” she asked suspiciously.
“Please don’t get mad at me,” he cajoled. “I asked Linus Wynter to look into the situation with Andrew Day, and because Linus is very thorough in his investigations, your hospital visits became a part of it.”
She lowered her lashes. “I hate you knowing that he did those things to me. It makes me look so…weak.”
“It makes you look and sound the opposite of weak,” Knox insisted before kissing her lightly on the lips. “He will never touch you again.”
Ellie looked at him. “Why do I believe you actually mean that?”