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Her eyes went wide. “Knox, I’m not sure I can…”

“Let’s find out.”

Wow.

Nola rolled onto her back, dragging in air. She’d just come again. Best. Orgasm. Ever.

She’d known from the second she’d seen Knox—in all his silver fox glory—that it would be like this. That he’d know exactly how to pleasure a woman.

He rose, looking very smug, his lips glistening with her juices.

She let her gaze run over him. Time for her to have some fun of her own. She propped herself up on her elbow.

“Take your jeans off, Knox.”

He started unbuttoning his jeans and she watched the muscles flex in his arms and abs. His gaze was locked on her, but she was too busy taking him in.

Yum. Yum. Yum.

He flicked his jeans open, and her mouth watered. Then he shucked off both the denim and boxer shorts in one move.

And Nola started panting again.

“Feeling hungry, Sprite?” His voice was deep and low.

“Very.” His cock was as impressive as the rest of him—thick, swollen, beautiful.

He reached over the bed and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He sat down, leaning back against the pillows and headboard, then settled her on top of him so she was straddling his hips.

Then he cupped her face and kissed her.

Every sensation felt magnified—the scrape of his salt-and-pepper stubble, the feel of his strong fingers gripping her, the forceful plunge of his tongue.

She gripped his shoulders and kissed him back, with every bit of the desire throbbing inside her.

The kiss was hard, deep, and wet. A kiss that felt like it mattered. It wasn’t just a prelude to hot sex. No, Knox kissed her like he needed it.

He pulled back, then gripped her chin. “Nola, if we do this… I slide inside you, then you’re mine. Once won’t be enough.”

“For me, too.” Her pulse tripped, and she rubbed against him. Against all that hard muscle.

“Fuck, Nola, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She leaned closer and pressed her forehead to his. “I’m right here, Knox, with my eyes wide open. Now, will you please fuck me?”

“My pleasure, Sprite, but first, I want my mouth on these pretty breasts.”

He pulled her closer, and his beard scraped her skin. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and she rocked against him, small cries escaping her. She felt his big, hard cock beneath her.

“Knox.”

“I know, Sprite. I’ll make it better.” He switched to the other breast, licking and sucking.

Just when she thought she’d implode, he reached for the bedside table and grabbed his wallet. He pulled out a condom and tore the packet open, then nudged her back. His big cock was right there between them. She bit her lip. So hard, so thick.

She really wanted her mouth on him. Her hands would have to do for now.

“Let me.” She took the condom. She circled his wide girth, and his hips flexed up. Pre-come leaked from the tip, and she rubbed her fingers through it. His cock pulsed in her hand, and she saw the muscles in his stomach tense. Then she quickly rolled the latex on.

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