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After Knox helped meclean myself up, we settled back into his bed. I’ve only slept beside him once before—that first night in Pittsburgh—but there is no way in hell I’m leaving his bed tonight.

He doesn’t even need to ask me to stay; I just know right here is exactly where he wants me. I take the spot next to him, intertwining my leg with his as we both drift off to sleep.

Well, he does, at least.

I try to fall asleep, but I’m wired right now. I feel like I just took a double shot of espresso. And since I can’t see myself falling asleep anytime soon, I quietly slip out of bed once Knox is peacefully sleeping.

Since the only clothing I have with me tonight is my gown, and I don’t want to walk around naked, I slide on his blue button-down when I find it on the floor. I roll up the sleeves so the shirt isn’t as large on me, but it still falls to my knees.

It’ll work, though.

Once I’m covered, I sneak out of Knox’s room and make my way to the living room to look out his large front window. Thecity isn’t peaceful to everyone, but it always calms me down. And with the way my thoughts are racing right now, I need some peace.

I lose track of how long I’m standing here, just enjoying the silence and the lights of the bustling city below. When I hear the floor lightly creak behind me, I realize I’m no longer alone.

“Did I fuck you into a daze?” Knox asks, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I laugh as I turn around to face him. “You think mighty highly of yourself, Slick,” I say, trailing my finger teasingly up his chest.

He hooks his hands behind my back and pulls me against him. “Well, you did tell me nobody has ever made you feel so good. Seems to be a reasonable assumption.”

I can’t help but smile before standing on my tiptoes and leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “I did mean that. That was…” I let out a breath. “Easily the best sex I’ve had. I’d tell you not to let that go to your head, but with your ego, I know it’s already there.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Think you got me all figured out, baby?”

“Don’t I?” I ask, looking into his eyes, his gaze burning through me.

“Not even close, Lo.” His lips brush against mine. “But I feel it’s only fair to tell you that you are hands down the best sex I’ve had.Goddamn, Harlow. You drove me out of my fucking mind tonight.”

My breath catches in my throat, lust washing over me. “Night’s not over yet,” I say, and I can feel every ounce of blood in his body rush into his dick as it presses against my stomach.

“No, it fucking isn’t,” he says before he crashes his mouth onto mine, parting my lips and slipping his tongue inside as he backs me up against the glass of the window. He quickly rips the shirt I’m wearing open, revealing nothing underneath. “You were justhoping I’d find you out here, naked and ready for me in my fucking shirt, weren’t you?”

“The condom I slipped into the pocket before I came out here should answer that for you.” I bite his bottom lip, and Knox hisses in satisfaction. “Maybe I wanted to be prepared if you found me out here. Maybe one time wasn’t enough with you.Maybe I need more.”

“Harlow, you know maybe isn’t going to work with me. So do youmaybeneed more, or do youdefinitelyneed me on my knees with your greedy cunt dripping all over my face?”

“That one,” I say, and his eyes darken. “I want you on your knees.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear before falling to his knees and looking at me above him. He already has me losing my goddamn mind. The sight of Knox on his knees between my legs is something I’ll never forget.

I spread my legs for him, and he groans. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. And you’re so wet for me already, baby. Were you out here thinking of how you screamed my name? How it felt when that tight cunt clenched around my cock?”

“Yes,” I say, and he rewards me with a swipe of his tongue.“Fuck.”I rest one hand on the glass behind me and tangle the other in his hair. “I’m going to get wet every time I remember tonight, Knox. Every goddamn time.”

He takes another slow, languid stroke, lapping up the arousal that’s dripping out of me. “And how often are you going to think about it, to remember it?”

“Every day,” I moan. “Every day until you fuck a new memory into me.”

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles.

He lightly teases his tongue over my clit, and my grip on his head tightens. The blue fabric of my shirt—his shirt?—surrounds his hands from their place on my hips.

“Don’t hold back on me,” Knox mutters, mouth still buried in my pussy. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“But-” I start before a moan takes over as he laps at my clit. “But I’m trying not to suffocate you.”

“Fuck that,“ he growls. “I want it all. Grind on my face. Smother me. Fucking drown me, baby. Just don’t hold back and let me taste you again.”

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