Chapter 23
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QUINN MEWLED AS KNOX laved at her, his mouth and tongue wickedly moving over her sensitive, swollen flesh. His tongue trailed through her folds, making her squirm in delight. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to move away or get closer. He was driving her absolutely wild.
Knox was amazing in bed. Strong. Skilled. Sexy as sin. Her hands clutched at his thick hair, her legs spread wide for him. Her pussy was still throbbing from the first orgasm he’d given her. She’d come even faster this time.
He ate her out as if she were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. It was almost hard to believe that a man who was so low-key at the office was so commanding in the bedroom. The way he took charge made her girly parts flutter in delight. She loved it.
Quinn tugged on his hair, eager and desperate for more. Knox growled, pressing a kiss to her lower lips. It was intimate. Sensual. And she never wanted him to stop. He slowed his exploration of her as she pleaded with him, teasing, and she whimpered.
Knox turned, lightly kissing her inner thigh.
“You like this, baby girl?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she pleaded.
He planted wet kisses up her thigh, moving closer to her sex, yet ignored where she throbbed for him.
“Knox.”
He nipped at her other thigh. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, clearly in no hurry. He nipped at her inner thigh again, playful, then finally hovered where she needed him most.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” he rasped, kissing her sex. Quinn flushed, shocked at his words.
Knox continued enjoying her, his voice gravel. “Pink.” Another kiss, followed by a lave of his tongue. “Hot.” Another swipe. “Wet.” He circled the entrance to her core. “Mine.”
His tongue slid inside, penetrating her, and she bucked up against him, gasping at the intimate invasion.
Knox reached around, gripping her hips in his muscled hands, before thrusting his tongue in and out of her core.
Quinn cried out his name and squirmed against him, liquid pleasure coursing through her.
Knox held her firmly in his grip, taking her how he wanted.
She was drenched, too far gone to even be embarrassed that he was fucking her with his tongue. It felt sinful. Incredible. The sexiest thing a man had ever done.
Her legs were spread wide, her pussy right at his face, and Knox eagerly devoured her.
Quinn felt pleasure spiraling within her as Knox continued his torment.
She was gasping, pleading, mumbling things that made no sense.
Her hands clutched onto his head, her fingers threading through his hair.
He finally slid his tongue out, licking his way up to her swollen clit.
She cried out, the first shockwave of pleasure washing over her.
Knox growled in approval and sucked her tiny bud between his lips, rapidly teasing her with his tongue.
Quinn screamed her release, coming against his mouth.
Her orgasm went on and on, Knox gently bringing her down from the heavens.
He kissed her pussy softly, repeatedly, so damn gentle for such an athletic, physical man.
Knox shot her a lazy grin as he looked up from between her legs, looking quite pleased with himself.
She felt trapped in his gaze, the two of them lost in their own little world.
The timer buzzing in the kitchen had her jolting in surprise.
“Shit. Dinner,” she said, flushed and overwhelmed.
Knox chuckled, rising from between her legs, his hot gaze raking over her body. He licked his lips, smiling. “I’ll go check on the food. It can’t be better than what I just ate,” he said, causing her to blush furiously. “Sweetest damn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He rose from the bed but ducked down and kissed her, hard. She tasted herself on his mouth. It was sexy and carnal, but what really shocked her was the intensity of his gaze. “Let’s eat, baby girl. I already know what I’m having for dessert.”
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QUINN BLUSHED AS SHE padded down the hallway ten minutes later.
She’d freshened up in the bathroom and righted her dress but was still completely flushed.
Knox glanced over from the stove as she appeared in the doorway.
He’d moved the simmering pot of spaghetti sauce off the burner and turned off the buzzing timer.
Her entire apartment smelled homey. Good.
For a second, she had a flash of Knox and her spending all their evenings together.
Making dinner. Laughing together. Making love.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said as she stood there.
He was wrong. Knox was the one who looked hot as hell standing there in her kitchen, as if he’d always belonged here with her.
Feeling shy, she hesitated a beat, and Knox crossed the room toward her.
He took her hand, bringing it to his mouth for a soft kiss.
“Are you blushing?” he asked, looking amused.
“I think I screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear,” she admitted.
“Yes. Yes, you did.” The grin that crossed his face was wicked. He ducked down, his lips at her ear. “I’ve got no problem with everyone knowing that you’re mine.”
She smiled as happiness flooded through her.
His eyes sparked with mischief, and he kissed her, slow and sweet.
Quinn breathed in his clean, masculine scent, enjoying the heat from his closeness.
They’d only just been in bed together, but she loved this, too.
Every moment she spent with Knox made her feel content and safe. Happy.
“I should finish getting dinner ready,” she said, feeling slightly off-kilter.
The corner of his mouth hitched up, Knox knowing exactly the effect he had on her. She hadn’t even returned the favor yet or seen him without his clothes. But having his hard, muscled body move atop hers and those skilled hands and mouth everywhere had been decadent.
“What do you need help with?” he asked.
“The sauce is ready. We can boil water for the noodles and then eat. Maybe go to bed early tonight,” she teased.
Knox licked his lips. “That sounds like a plan, baby girl.”
They moved across the kitchen together, Knox seeming like he didn’t want to let her go.
She had no problem with that. Quinn loved Knox’s hands on her.
He hovered behind her as she stirred the sauce, brushing her hair aside and gently nuzzling the back of her neck.
He’d helped her to set the table, stealing kisses as they moved about the kitchen.
And his hands on her had been sinful as she’d plated the food, Knox teasing that he was ready to start with dessert—her.
Quinn was flushed and happy when they were finally ready to sit down and eat, Knox looking pretty damn content as well.
His phone began buzzing where he’d left it on the counter, and he went and grabbed it in case it was work, frowning after he’d finished reading the text.
“What is it?” she asked, a trace of concern winding through her.
He looked up, his dark eyes stormy. “Adam Qureshi is back in the States.”