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“There you go, baby,” he says, slowly sliding his fingers out of me and slipping his hand out from under my dress. He brings his fingers to his mouth, quickly licking them clean of the arousal dripping from them.

I bring my lips to his, tasting myself as I press my tongue against his. I trail my fingers down the fabric of his black T-shirt before settling them on his lap. His dick twitches as I drag my palm against it, Knox groaning as I do.

“Knox,” I say, breaking our kiss. His eyes find mine, heat flaring behind them. “Take me back to your place.Now.”

thirty-five

Harlow

The moment we stepinside his penthouse after peeling away from Rory and Cole at the bar, everything is a frenzy. Our lips connect the second the door closes behind us.

I throw my heels in the kitchen.

Knox’s sneakers are in the living room.

He slips my panties off somewhere in the hallway.

And as soon as he sits me on the bed, I quickly pull his shirt over his head.

Everything about tonight already feels different.

It’s messy. It’s sloppy. It’s… intense.

More intense than how it usually feels when we fall into bed.

The air around us is different, and I’m so engrossed in the moment.

In Knox.

I’m surrendering myself to him completely, letting him claim me as his own.

“Harlow,” he rasps, severing the silence. “I love this dress, but it’s got to go.Take it off.”

Without hesitation, I grab my dress by the hem of the skirt and slowly pull it over my body, tossing it to the floor in a pile of satiny, red fabric.

Now standing naked in front of him, I reach for his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them down his legs. Once he steps out of the denim, Knox hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs, sliding them down to the floor.

He picks me up now, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I find his lips again. He positions us in the center of the bed, laying my head on the pillows.

“God, you’re fuckingbeautiful.”

“You’re saying that because I’m naked for you right now,” I tease lightly.

Knox chuckles. “You’re beautiful in clothing, too, baby. Naked, though, you’re a goddamn dream.My dream.”

The honesty catches me off guard.I’mhis dream?

He told me before that he’d wanted me for years, but I didn’t think he meant that in more than a physical, sexual way.

And maybe he didn’t.

But maybe now that he knows me, he’s thinking differently.

Maybe he’s feeling the dynamic shifting between us, too.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and deepen our kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth and swirling it with his. Knox groans as his dick presses into my hip.

“Fuck, I want you, Harlow,” he says, peppering kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.

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