Page 70 of Knot My Only Fan

I do when I moan as his finger slides along my flesh as he slowly unravels my dress—and me; it seems.

His touch is feather light, yet every brush of his fingertips sends a jolt of electricity through my veins and worryingly every nerve ending in my clit. My body trembles.

“I promise I don’t bite.” His deep voice is making me feel and want all sorts of weird things. “Unless you ask me nicely.”

I chuckle at his words as his warm breath ghosts over my neck, eliciting another visible shiver from me.

Does he want me more than what he claims?

I swallow hard, trying to keep my composure as his fingers hold the zipper of my dress, and his heat radiates off his body as he stands so close behind me.

When the zipper finally comes undone, a rush of cool air kisses my skin, but it does little to soothe the flames that his proximity has ignited within me.

He leans in closer, his lips just a hair’s breadth away from my ear, and he whispers, “Let’s get you into bed.”

My heart thunders in my chest, and I find myself paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. The air between us crackles with tension, and I can’t ignore the magnetic pull drawing me towards him.

This is much more than his scent.

I can’t do this.

I can’t do this.

I can.

“You can sleep beside me as long as you keep your clothes on,” I say, surprising myself.

With a nervous laugh, I turn to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes are dark and intense, boring into mine with a hunger that sends a thrill down my spine, igniting those pesky nerve endings again.

“Are you sure about that?” he asks, taking a step closer until there is no space between us.

His gaze drops to my lips.

I know I should pull away, put some distance between us, but something holds me in place. The electricity between us is magnetizing, making it impossible to move away.

Remember his reputation. The voice in my head warns me.

I step back. “We’re both adults. I’m sure we can sleep in the same bed, despite our designations.”

He laughs. “You’re scared you won’t be able to resist me?”

I smile at him. “Let’s sleep, Romeo.”

I slowly open my eyes, feeling warmth radiating from the body next to me. My cheek is pressed against his bare chest, and a wet spot on his skin tells me I must have drooled in my sleep. I try to move away without waking him, but his arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer.

I feel safe here in his arms, but the nausea that I’ve kept at bay until now is now churning in my stomach.

I need to get away.

“I need the bathroom,” I whisper against his neck as I lift the arm wrapped around my waist.

As the pressure in my stomach builds, I break free from the tangled sheets and race to the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before retching violently into the porcelain bowl. My body trembles as I hold the bowl while struggling to catch my breath between each heave.

Strong arms wrap around my body, pulling my back close to his chest as he nuzzles his face into my neck. With one hand, he gently pushes my hair away from my face, and with the other, he rests it on my stomach.

“You should have woken me,” he whispers. His warm touch brings a sense of comfort as we kneel together in an embrace.

“Nobody needs to see or smell this,” I sob, gagging.

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