Page 7 of Red Rose Cupcake

I kiss him back, my hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the hard muscle under the fabric. His lips are soft and full. His tongue, wicked smart. He tastes fucking amazing. Knox groans softly into my mouth, his hand sliding down to grab my full ass, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.

“Fuck, Rosie,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck as his lips trail down my skin. “You feel so good.”

I arch into him, my body already craving more, but just as his hand starts sliding under my dress, he pulls back, cursing under his breath.

“Shit,” he mutters, jaw tight. “If I don’t stop now, we’re not making it to dinner.”

I chuckle, breathless. “You sure we need dinner?”

He grins, shaking his head, but there’s that intensity in his eyes again. “I promised you dinner first. But after-”. He winks, and I wonder if I have time to change my ruined panties…

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Knox’s house isinsane. It’s perched on the cliffs, with the ocean spread out in front of it like something out of a painting. The entire front of the house is glass, and the view… it’s breathtaking. Inside, the decor is modern but warm, sleek lines mixed with cozy touches that make it feel lived in.

“You live here?” I ask, still taking it all in.

He nods, leading me to the dining area. “Yeah. It’s quiet. Gives me space to think.”

The dining table is set, and the delicious smell of what must be a great meal fills the air, making my stomach growl. We sit, and for the next hour, it’s easy. We talk about everything—my move to Monterey, his work, and how he ended up in his field. But the whole time, there’s this underlying sizzle between us, like we’re both waiting for something to happen.

I can’t help but notice how strong forearms flex as he moves, tattoos rippling with every shift. His intense eyes catch mine more than once, and every time they do, it’s like a spark ignites between us.

By the time we finish eating, I’m full, but I still crave more. Not food—buthim.

Knox leans back in his chair, watching me with those smoldering green eyes. “How was dinner?”

I smile, setting my fork down. “Amazing. But I think I’m still hungry.”

His eyebrow quirks, and he stands, walking around the table toward me. When he reaches my chair, he leans, his lips brushing my ear. “What are you hungry for, baby?”

My breath catches, and I look up at him, my heart pounding. “You know what I want.”

He grins, pulling me to my feet and wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s see if I can give you exactly what you need.”

Chapter 5

ROSIE

Knox leads me to his bed, the air between us crackling. I can see the hunger in his eyes—dark, intense—and it mirrors the heat building inside me. The tension has been thick between us since our phone conversation, but now it’s about to snap.

I stand there, staring at him, the heat of his gaze trailing over my body like a physical touch. He steps closer, his hands brushing my hips, then slipping around to cup my ass. His grip tightens, pulling me against him, and I can feel every inch of his hardness.

“You ready for this, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low, rough with desire.

“Yeah,” I whisper, biting my lip as my hands slide up his chest, feeling the hard muscles flex under my touch. “I’m ready.”

Knox leans in, his lips brushing my ear, and his voice drops even lower. “Good. ‘Cause I’m about to show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”

And with that, he spins me around, bending me over his bed and pulling my ass out towards him. I feel his large hands slide up the backs of my legs, pushing my dress up to my waist. The cool air hits my bare skin, and I can feel myself getting wet in anticipation.

Knox reaches around, running his fingers through my folds and coating them in my wetness. Then, without warning, hepushes two fingers into me, pumping in and out while his other hand trails over my back, pushing my dress up further.

His fingers move faster and I can feel the orgasm building inside me, tightening in my core, and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Please,” I moan, arching my back, pushing myself closer to him.

Knox growls low in his throat, and I can feel him pressing his cock against me, teasing my opening before sliding his fingers out.

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