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She moans again, and I can’t hold back. I slap a hand against the tile on the wall and curse as I fill her mouth with my white-hot climax. So much that it’s hard for her to swallow all at once, but she doesn’t waste a single drop.

I finish riding out my high with a few more light thrusts. As I stop moving, I quickly stand Harlow up and push her against the wall with a bruising kiss. “Good girl,” I murmur before stroking my tongue back against hers and quickly sliding two fingers into her pussy. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Knox,oh God…“ I’ve barely started, and she’s already a writhing mess, nearly falling apart around my fingers.

“Mmm,” I mutter, lips brushing against the hollow of her throat. “You’re already close. You almost made yourself come by choking on my cock, didn’t you?”

“Yes…,” she replies, breathless.

“Think you can take another finger, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh…” she mumbles while I grin devilishly. I slowly slip my ring finger inside her now, stretching her and filling her up.“Fuck…”

“So tight, Harlow.” I thrust my fingers faster and harder. “You’re so goddamn tight for me.”

She moans as I hook my fingers inside of her. “I need to come…”

“You know what to do,” I say, nipping at her earlobe.

She groans before gathering her composure. “Please, Knox,” she murmurs. “Make me come.”

I smile maliciously as I thrust my fingers harder than before and swipe at her clit with my thumb. She’s already so close to exploding that that light motion shatters her completely.

She screams my name as I feel her pussy clench around my fingers, and she starts to come down from her orgasm.

“There you go, baby. I’ve got you,” I say, kissing her forehead as I slide my fingers out of her. I then bring them up and lick every bit of my arousal from them. “Fucking delicious, Harlow.”

Our mouths meet again, and she strokes her tongue against mine as our tastes mix together. Still skin to skin, I lead her to the water, positioning us directly under it.

This is a very different vibe now compared to what we just did. I almost had her blacking out, and now here I am, gently caressing her, planting kisses on her shoulder as I rinse her hair.

It’s a side of myself I didn’t know existed until Harlow.

And, strangely enough, I think I actually really like it.

thirty-two

Harlow

Before returning to myapartment today, I have to borrow some clothing from Knox. All I have with me is that damn dress, so I’m wearing clothing that is way too large for me to get back home and get ready for the day. Thankfully, he drops me off on his way to practice today, so I don’t have to sit in a subway full of people staring at me with oversized clothing, wet hair, and red marks all over my goddamn neck.

All. Over.

If Knox’s goal last night was to claim me, it’s safe to say he succeeded. Anyone who even looks at me will see that I belong to somebody. Somebody so possessed with desire and need for me that he marked up so much of my neck and chest that I have to throw on a turtleneck to wear under my jersey.

A turtleneck.

In the middle of fuckingJune.

No amount of makeup is going to cover up those dark bruises, so a sleeveless turtleneck is my best bet. Combine that with the fact that I’m wearing leggings to a game due to Knox’s penchant for sticking his scruffy face between my legs, and my friends willall know something is up. This is far from how I usually dress when I head to the stadium.

But I have to head into the stadium early today. Paul agreed to be my next interview, and I need to catch him in a short window after practice.

I knock on the door to Paul’s office, a computer bag slung over my shoulder so I can take my notes. “Come in,” I hear from the other side of the door.

I step into his office, still walking a bit funny from Knox and the raw skin he gave me between my thighs. I’m trying to play it off, but it’s not going very well.

“You alright, Harlow?” Paul asks, glancing over the papers in front of him, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

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