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“So have me then,” I breathe. “I just want you to fuck me, Knox. Please.”

His smile is malicious as his lips meet mine again, taking me over in a searing kiss. “Begging without me even telling you. Good girl.”

I sigh at the praise while mentally cursing myself for always being so affected by his words. This man turns me into something I’ve never been before.

Maybe it’s ironic to say that Knox makes me feel empowered, but there’s no other way to describe how I feel around him. He takes control in bed, but we both know I’m the one holding all the power.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more sure of myself in the bedroom than I do now.

“How do you want me, Knox?”

“Just like this,” he replies, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Displayed like this, knowing I’m the only one who gets to appreciate you.”

“You’re the only one who’s ever appreciated me,” I admit. “No one else has ever cared enough.”

Knox leans his lips to my ear, whispering, “Then all the other men you’ve been with were crazy because you deserve to be fuckingworshipped, Harlow.”

“Is that what you do?” I ask, stifling a sigh as he lowers his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “Worship me?”

“Every goddamn time you’re in my bed, baby.” He takes his cock in his hand, giving himself a few tugs and swiping at the bead of precum leaking out the tip. “Now, enough talk. If I don’t sink into you soon, I’m going to go out of my fucking mind.”

His admission has my desire running rampant, wanting to get to know him even more intimately. So when he goes to reach into the nightstand, he looks at me in surprise as I grab him by the wrist.

“What are you doing, Lo?” he asks, curious.

“Um… stopping you.”

“I need a condom if I’m going to fuck you.”

I bury my face in his chest, hiding the fire burning across my cheeks. “What if we don’t use one?”

I say it so softly that I’m not even sure he hears me until he places his finger under my chin and turns my face to meet his. “You want me to fuck you bare?” His tone is huskier than usual, making the heat just pool between my thighs. “You want me to fuck you like you’re mine?”

“Yes,” I say shyly. “I’m on birth control. I take it every day. And I got tested a couple months after I broke up with Derek, and I’m all clear. If you want it, too, I’d really like that.”

“I want it,” Knox says lowly. “I really fucking want it. I’m clear, too. I just got tested over the offseason. I haven’t been with anyone else since before that.”

I lean up and kiss him, regaining my confidence now that the awkward question is out of the way. “Then make me yours, Knox.”

Our kiss is needier,hungrier, as he spreads my legs apart and settles himself in between them. He runs the head of his cock along my slit, coating the tip in my arousal.

When Knox breaks our kiss to look at me, silently asking if I’m sure this is what I want, I nod.

His forehead presses against mine as he slowly starts to push inside. I gasp at the feeling, reveling in the way he feels with nothing between us.

“Fuck,“ Knox curses as he slides in to the hilt. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I don’t think Jesus is involved in what we’re doing right now.”

He laughs with his lips brushing mine. “I’m not sure about that. I’m in Heaven every time I have you wrapped around my cock.”

As he starts thrusting into me, I’m overwhelmed with how good it feels.How full I feel. He pulls his hips back and slams into me again, stretching me out perfectly around him.

“Knox,” I moan.

“This won’t last long, Lo.” He’s already breathless, sweat dripping from his brow. “You feel too fucking good. Slick and warm and fuckingmine.”

“I am yours,” I say. “I’m yours, Knox.”

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