Page 115 of Knot a Good Idea

“They are sensitive,” he murmurs in approval. “I’ve been thinking about these since I first saw you. I tried not to. But then you wore that dress, at the gala...and I came in the shower thinking about you that night.”

I blink my eyes open in surprise and flattery.

He’s wanted me since then?

The thought of Donovan with his hand wrapped around his cock, popping his knot at the thought of my chest…

I reach over his hands to unhook my bra, baring my breasts to him.

He’s on his knees in a moment, his head level with my stomach.

To see this powerful man kneel before me, still in his white button-up shirt and expensive slacks, is almost enough to make me lose my balance.

One hand is on my breast, and his mouth is on the other.

He sucks my nipple harshly, the hallway filling with the sounds of my moans as he plays with the sensitive peak. I hold his head with my hands, pushing his mouth onto me and tugging at his hair.

He growls into my skin and tugs my nipple roughly, pressure building in my cunt.

It isn’t until I sag against the wall and wetness soaks my sweatpants that I realize I orgasmed.

Donovan continues sucking, moving his attention to my other breast, assaulting my chest with his tongue and fingers.

I scream so loud I’m sure Hunter and Liam hear it, even if they’re still outside.

I drown in Donovan’s scent and touch until I’m an incoherent, babbling mess.

Until I’m sitting on the floor, my back to the wall, barely staying upright.

Donovan pulls my half naked form into his arms, lifting me off the floor and carrying me bridal style to my nest, depositing me on it gently.

When I finally catch my breath and open my eyes, he’s adjusting his shirt and slacks.

He presses a final kiss to my forehead, and I breathe in his scent again, drowning in his ocean.

“Sleep well,” he whispers. Then, he turns off the light and leaves the bedroom, keeping the door open.

I want to ask him to stay, but I fall asleep before I can utter the words.

24

HUNTER

“We should steal her panties.”

“We’re not stealing her panties.” Liam frowns as he plays the pinball machine in the game room. “Why would we do that?”

“Because. I’m going to lose my fucking mind. You can smell it too, can’t you?”

“Yes, but I’m an adult, and I’m not going to steal someone’s underwear because I don’t have any self control.”

I scoff, lounging on the leather couch, watching Liam try to beat my high score. The vintage machine is one of my prized possessions which I won in an auction years ago.

Liam’s been trying to beat my score for ages and he still can’t do it.

“Her Heat is almost here,” I say quietly. “The whole house smells like fuckingcookies.”

Our cocktail party is tonight, and April is as prepared for it as best she can be. We quizzed her and info dumped on her all week. She knows what to expect and who to expect, but shehasn’t been at one hundred percent since Liam brought her back here a few days ago.

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