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Rosie stares at me for another moment, then slowly nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Chapter 7

ROSIE

I didn’t expect this to happen again so soon. I mean, sure, Ihopedit would—hell, I’ve been thinking about nothing but Knox since he left my place after our first night together. But when he texted me earlier, asking if I was free tonight, I hadn’t been prepared for the rush of excitement that hit me.

Now, I’m back in his place, sitting on the edge of his bed with him standing in front of me like some kind of Renaissance statue with tattoos, his green eyes piercing through me as if he can read every dirty thought I’m having.

“How was your day?” he asks, his voice casual, but there’s that edge in it—the one that tells me he’s thinking about something entirely different.

I shrug, trying to play it cool, even though my body is already humming just from the way he’s looking at me. “It was good. Busy. Yours?”

“Busy too. But,” he takes a step closer, his hands casually sliding into his pockets, “I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”

I swallow hard, my pulse kicking up a notch. “Oh yeah?”

He smirks, his gaze dropping to my lips before slowly traveling back up to meet my eyes. “Yeah. You’ve been on my mind, baby.”

Damn. This man. He saysbabylike it’s a command and an endearment all in one, and I can feel my body responding. The air between us is thick with tension—both sexual and something deeper. It’s like every time I’m around him, he takes control without even trying, and I find myself leaning into it, wanting more.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” I admit, my voice a little softer than I intended. But it’s true. I haven’t been able to get him out of my head since the last time we were together, and now that I’m here again, that familiar heat is building inside me, fast.

Knox steps closer, his hands reaching out to slide over my hips, pulling me toward him so I’m standing right in front of him, our bodies almost touching. He’s so tall, so broad, and the way his eyes darken when he looks at me makes my breath hitch.

“I’ve got something in mind for us tonight,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing the curve of my waist. “If you’re up for it.”

I look up at him, my heart racing with anticipation. “What do you have in mind?”

His lips curve into that wicked grin I’ve come to recognize, the one that makes my knees weak. “A little exploration. I want to see how far I can push your senses.”

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity and arousal sparking through me. “Senses?”

He nods, his voice low and steady. “I want you to feel everything more intensely tonight. No distractions, just you and me.” He pauses, his hand sliding up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “I want you to trust me.”

I’m not sure if it’s the way he’s looking at me, or the slow, deliberate way he’s touching me, but the idea of giving him that kind of control has my whole body buzzing with excitement. I trust him—I know that much. And if tonight is anything like the last time, I’m in for somethinggood.

“I trust you,” I whisper, the words coming out without hesitation.

Knox’s eyes flare with something dark and hungry, and he leans down to press a slow, lingering kiss to my lips. It’s soft at first, but then his hand tightens around my waist, pulling me closer until my body is flush against his, and I can feel every hard line of him.

When he pulls back, his lips brush against my ear. “Good. Then let’s get started.”

He steps away just long enough to grab something from the nightstand, and when I see the black silk blindfold in his hand, my pulse quickens.

“Trust me, baby,” he says again, his voice rough with desire. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. “You always do.”

Chapter 8

KNOX

I’ve been thinking about this all day—hell, all week. Every time I look at Rosie, I want to touch her, feel her, watch her unravel under my hands. But tonight? Tonight’s different. This isn’t just about making her come. It’s about pushing her, teasing her, showing her that trust is as much about surrender as it is about pleasure. She’s starting to trust me, but there’s more I want her to experience.

I pull the list of sessions out of my pocket and scan over it again, even though I’ve practically memorized it by now. Sensory play was just the beginning. Tonight, I’m introducing her to something more—edging. I’m going to take her right to the edge and keep her there until she’s begging for it. And God, I want to hear her beg. Not because she’s weak, but because she’s strong enough to give me control.

I make sure everything is set up just right. Candles lit, the room warm and inviting, but with just enough shadows to keep things intimate. By the time she gets here, I want her to feel like she’s stepping into another world—one where she can let go completely.

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