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Knox’s gaze was locked on her face.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said.

“Now come for me,” she demanded.

His next thrusts were harder, wilder.

She stared at his rugged face, at the straining muscles in his throat and shoulders, then with his next thrust, he bottomed out, and a groan ripped out of him.

God, he was gorgeous. She watched him as he came inside her.

Then he dropped beside her on the bed and pressed a kiss to her neck, his warm breath puffing over her skin.

“Once will definitely not be enough, Sprite.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nola slid her mouth off Knox’s cock with a pop. She sat up, licked her swollen lips, and smiled at him. “Hungry?”

She’d just finished sucking his cock, and he hadn’t recovered yet.

“Maybe.” His voice still held a low growl. His body felt too damn good to move yet.

“I’ll see what food we’ve got for dinner.” She bounced up off the bed.

His gaze went straight to her breasts. She had stubble burn from his beard. Then she bent over, giving a perfect view of her round ass, and he swallowed a groan. He watched as she pulled on his shirt. It swamped her, but of course she looked sexy in it.

She rolled up the sleeves and only did up a few buttons.

She headed for the kitchen. “Oh, the fridge is full.” She bent over to look inside it.

Knox folded an arm under his head. “I didn’t expect anything less from Killian.”

“He sure is something. A force of nature.” She started pulling things out and arranging them on a plate. She opened a cupboard and pulled out more things. “Nick loves working for Killian and Sentinel Security.”

The thought of Nick pricked at Knox’s conscience. He’d just fucked the man’s little sister. In several different, hot-and-sweaty ways.

He should feel some guilt, but looking at her, he couldn’t dredge any up. Nola was like a breath of fresh air.

He realized how stifled he’d felt. But over the last few hours, as he’d explored her body and heard her laugh and sigh, watched her cry out in pleasure, he’d felt like he was breathing deeply for the first time in a really long time.

She carried two plates over and set them on the rumpled bed. “Be right back.”

He stared at her slim legs as she skipped back to the kitchen. He pictured them wrapped around his waist again as he took her hard, or wrapped around his head as he ate her sweet pussy.

His hand clenched, and his cock stirred. Again. He felt like a fucking teenager.

She came back carrying two bottles of beer and handed one to him.

“I thought you were a cocktail girl.”

“I don’t mind the occasional beer.” She sat and clinked her bottle to his. “Here’s to evading bad guys and having amazing orgasms.”

Knox chuckled.

She beamed at him. “You should do that more often.”

Around her, he likely would. He sipped his beer. He could picture a lazy weekend with Nola in his bed, the pair of them cooking breakfast together, her showing him the sights of New York City.

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