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“Mhmm,” I manage between breaths. “Already… so close.”

“Because you’re addicted to me, baby.”

I don’t even argue. Partially because I can’t even speak right now I’m so close to the edge. Mainly because he’s right. I’m fucking addicted to Knox. Every side of him. The hot and heavy side. The sweet and caring side. The playful and flirty side.

I’m freefalling without a parachute. Nothing can slow me down. Nothing can stop me. I’m falling so goddamn hard, and all I want is Knox. To be with him.Reallybe with him.

My breathing is so heavy now that I’m practically panting. I just need a little more to tip over the edge. Knox saying, “There you go, baby. You’re doing such a good job,” is all it takes to fall apart.

“Knox… oh God!”I scream, pussy clenching around the toy inside me. I turn off the vibrator and toss it on the bed as I slowly slip the dildo out. All I hear from his end of the phone is the slapping of skin, rough and needy.

I open my eyes and look at the screen just in time to see him release himself all over his chest.“Fuck, Harlow!”He pumps himself until he’s empty, trying to catch his breath while he does.

“Such a waste,” I say. “You could’ve had that inside me instead.”

He smiles and laughs. “Wednesday, baby. I’ll give you everything inside me when I get back home.”

“I can’t wait,” I reply, grabbing my phone and lying down on my bed, nestling my head against a pillow.

Knox grabs a few tissues to clean himself off before tossing them in the wastebasket. After he does, he sinks back into his pillows. “I can’t wait either.”

We’re silent as I smile sweetly at him. I can’t believe I ever thought I could resist falling for him. Knox is everything I never knew I wanted.

“What’s that look for?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, not wanting to give myself away. “I’m just happy right now.”

“Yeah,” he says with a smile. “I’m happy, too.” We’re silent again as he seems to be trying to decide whether or not to say something. “Harlow, I, uh…” He takes a deep breath. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Knox.”

He smiles softly, but I can also see the worry on his face. I don’t know what that means for this, for us, but I’m not ready to find out. I want to enjoy him a bit longer before I talk to him.

Let me just live in bliss for at least a few more days.

Knox and Lane both have great appearances during tonight’s All-Star Game. Knox pitches two innings, and Lane bats in two runs, leading the American League to beat the National League five to two. I know the plan is for them to fly back to NYC immediately after the game, so that’ll put them in the city sometime after two a.m. Because of that, I’m heading to Knox’s first thing in the morning.

But then I’m awakened around three a.m. to a loud knock at my door. What the hell? Who is pounding on my door in the middle of the night?

I pad across the room in nothing but the Huntington Devils shirt I snagged from Knox that first night I stayed in his penthouse. I have a baseball bat by the door that I grab, just in case. Normal people don’t bang on people’s doors overnight, so I need to be prepared.

With the baseball bat over my shoulder, I swing the door open… and find Knox drenched from head to toe from the rain outside. “Knox?” I say softly, setting the bat back down. “What are you doing here?”

He charges into my room, setting his bag down and closing the door behind him. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you, Lo.”

Once he closes the distance between us, his mouth crashes into mine as he leads us backward across the small room and over to my bed. We fall down on top of it, Knox on top of me, ashis hands gently caress the skin of my thighs. “I thought I wasn’t seeing you until morning,” I manage between frantic kisses.

“Too long,” he says. “I told you I missed you; I meant that. I wanted to see you now.”

Knox starts moving us up the bed, positioning my head on top of a pillow before he grabs his soaked T-shirt by the back of his collar and pulls it over his head. Once he’s shirtless, his lips find mine again.

Now fully awake, I throw myself into this. My hands run down his back and slide over the slick fabric of his athletic shorts to grip his ass and pull him in closer. And I’m not surprised at all to feel how hard he is when he presses his hips against my leg.

“Are you wearing anything under my shirt, Harlow?”

“No,” I admit. “There’s nothing under this.”

“Take it off then. I want to see you.”

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