Chapter 20
EMERY
Iam not the type just to pop by, but something draws me to Knox’s shop late one afternoon. I guess you could say that he’s growing on me. That and I feel the need to bring him lunch after the amazing dinner he cooked last night…and for scaring my ex off for good.
Right as I’m about to walk into the shop, I spot some vaguely familiar blonde extensions through the open bay door. The girl attached to them must be laughing because her hair slightly sways left to right. And then I see Knox smiling too and I stop dead in my tracks.
I stand frozen right outside the door with my hand clutched tightly around Knox’s lunch. My stomach feels hollow watching them. At some point, she even touches his arm. There’s a prickly sensation, too, that feels way too close to jealousy. Except, I can’t be jealous. Right?
No, I can’t be jealous. But Knox’s girlfriend can be.
I quickly find my nerve and march into the shop like I own it.
Knox must hear my footsteps because as soon as I pass onto the concrete floor, his eyes are on me. And the craziest thing happens. His smile shifts. No, it softens. “Bambi.”
The girl turns too, her eyes sliding over me with the same intensity they did that time at the fair. Her name starts with an A. Avery, maybe? Regardless, I give her a fake smile before saying, “Hope I’m not interrupting any. I just wanted to stop in and bring you lunch, babe.”
Without stopping, I walk right up to Knox and plant a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek like the classy bitch I am. But right when I pull back to hand him the bag, Knox catches my arm and pulls me into a full-blown kiss that nearly knocks me off my feet.
The world spins around me as I place both hands against his chest to regain my balance. I don’t even know where the paper bag is at this point, but I don’t care. All I can think about is the way his hands slink down to my waist like there’s a special place there just for them.
Heat rushes to my face, and for a moment, I forget that we aren’t alone. That is, until Knox turns toward her and says, “Ava, this is my girlfriend, Emery.” But even as he says it, he doesn’t take his hands off me.
“We’ve met,” she replies, trying to keep her face blank, but I notice the tiny quiver of emotion hiding there.
“Oh, okay,” he says. Knox’s thumb rubs in a repetitive circle on my hip in quiet reassurance. “Did you have any other questions about your car? I should have it ready by tomorrow. Brakes don’t take me long to do.”
Ava clears her throat. “Oh, great. That all sounds…good. I think I might have my dad pick it up, if that’s okay?”
“Sure,” Knox smiles.
“Well, I should probably get out of the way then.”
“Probably,” I agree, feeling the weird, satisfying glow of claiming my territory. It’s even more satisfying watching her give an awkward little way before heading toward the door.
“Bambi, Bambi, Bambi,” Knox sighs, releasing me from his hold. Once he lets go, I realize how hot my entire body is. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
I cross my arms and square my shoulders. “I’m just playing the part.”
“Oh, yeah,” he smirks, stepping closer to me again. Heat burns in his eyes like a predator stalking its prey. I back up on instinct, only to hit a dead end when my back meets a door. “Well then, it’s safe to say that jealousy looks good on you.”
“I—I wasn’t jealous,” I say, my throat going dry as his hand reaches between my arm. “What are you doing?”
“I just remembered that you haven’t seen my office yet,” he says. And then, as I hear a click, it sinks in that he was reaching for a doorknob. My pulse begins to sputter out of control.
Suddenly, the wall is gone, and we’re in a small, slightly messy office space. I turn my back to Knox to take in the papers scattered across the desk and the bulletin board with business cards that look older than me. “Holy shit, you are messy.”
“Correction,” Knox says, stepping around me and dragging a chair out of the way. “My boss is messy,” he says, before taking his hands and sweeping all the papers onto the floor. My mouth drops open.
“I’ll clean that up later.” He winks, grabbing my hand and tossing me against the now clean surface.
I can feel the cold metal pressing through my jeans.
“Now, back to the whole jealousy thing,” he begins, as he places his arms on both sides of my body.
His lips are mere inches away and every inch of my skin begs to be closer to him.
“I wasn’t jealous,” I defend, jutting my lip out. “I was just playing a convincing girlfriend.”
“Oh, Bambi,” he sighs, pressing himself up against me. I can feel his hard length underneath his jeans, and I can’t stop the thrum of excitement that overtakes me. “I think the only way I’m going to get the truth out of you is through torture.”
His pupils dilate when he says the word, torture. “Aren’t you open right now? What if a customer walks in?”
“They already assume the worst, so I’m simply proving a point,” he smirks, caressing my cheek delicately. And then he surprises me when he grabs my arm and spins me around. He whispers in my ear, “Unless you want me to bend you over Ava’s car.”
I think about it, and the offer is tempting, but it’s a trap. “No,” I say, holding in a moan. “I couldn’t care less about that girl.”
Knox growls behind me, bending me over and pressing my face against the cool metal. I let out a strangled sigh. “Looks like I’m going to have to try harder, then.” And then I hear a loud whack before registering that he just spanked me. I let out a gasp.
The sound echoes off the thin walls, and I’m sure anyone nearby could’ve heard it. Pleasure pools low in my belly, and I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. But I keep my mouth shut and I’m punished with another firm spank. This time, I can’t smother the breathy noise that releases from my throat.
“Oh,” he murmurs behind me, pleased with my reaction. “Do you like being punished, Bambi? Is that why you won’t admit it?”
“No,” I squeak, trying and failing to keep my tone even.
“And yet,” he says, pressing closer, digging his member into the softness of my behind, “you didn’t tell me to stop.”
I wince. Between his proximity and the force of his strong hand on my butt pushing my core up against the sharp corner of the desk, I’m putty. It’s all too much.
“You’re unbearable,” I manage, my voice shaking.
“It looks like we’re going to have to turn things up a notch,” he sighs, looping his fingers into my belt loops and pulling my pants down to my ankles.
I suck in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Bambi. I bet you’re soaking wet right now,” he says, letting his hand trail up the back of my leg, right over the fabric that is slick against my entrance. “And I’m right as usual.”
I let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a moan, not sure if I’m annoyed by his arrogance or insanely turned on. I think I can be both. Right? As I battle with that moral dilemma, he lands another smack on my ass, and this time it stings. “Oh.”
“You’re killing me, Bambi,” Knox says, tracing his fingers over the red welts I’m certain are decorating my behind.
“I didn’t get to feel what it would be like to be inside you last time,” he adds.
And then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper and his pants hitting the floor.
His fingers dance along the seam of my underwear before soon those are gone too.
My heart feels like it’s beating so hard it’s going to launch right out of my chest.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ve earned foreplay, baby. Which is a shame because I’m dying to taste you again.” Joke’s on him. I’m seconds away from falling apart just at the idea of him fucking me.
I buck my hips in anticipation, which earns an amused chuckle. He places one chaste kiss on the curve of my neck as I sway between his arms. “Do we need protection?” he asks, his voice rough.
“No,” I breathe out. “I have an IUD.” Anticipation claws at my insides.
“Good. Now, are you going to be a good girl and tell me you were jealous?”
My entire body tenses up like I want to resist, but feeling him at my entrance has me ready to comply. Fuck, he’s good.
“Fine,” I groan, angling my neck and pressing my ass against him. “Maybe I was a little bit jealous.”
“Not good enough, Bambi,” he whispers in my ear, wrapping my hair between his fingers.
“Ugh, yes,” I answer, quickly losing my patience. “Fuck, I was jealous. Just please, Knox.”
He lets out a groan of satisfaction, and I can just picture the cocky grin that’s probably on his face right now.
“Put your right foot on the edge of that shelf,” he commands, guiding me there.
He places one hand on my hip while lining up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
I’m so wound up, I doubt I will last long.
With one last deep breath, he thrusts inside me. I let out a quiet cry, bracing both hands against the office wall. My walls clench around him.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. I think you were made for me.” Those words alone have me picking up the pace and shoving myself against him. I want more.
He meets my pleas and his thrusts become faster and more desperate.
At some point, he grabs the back of my neck and forces me up so he can place rough kisses across my shoulders.
And then he snakes one hand around my body, reaching for my already pulsing clit.
He rubs me in soft and deliberate circles, making me throw my head back on his shoulder.
“Are you going to come for me, Emery?” he asks, pressing his lips right up against my ear.
“Fuck,” I say, bucking my hips. “Y-yes. Don’t stop,” I plead with staggered breaths. My hips meet his in a delirious need of release. He keeps applying pressure to my clit as he bites my shoulder.
“You feel so good. I can’t wait to come inside you.”