Page 164 of Hard Knot

“Oh my god, Felix!” she cries, her hands scrambling to find purchase on the dash as I pound into her with renewed vigor.

Her pussy clenches around me, her walls fluttering as she teeters on the edge of another orgasm. Her moans turn into screams, pure and uninhibited, as her climax rips through her.

The way she tightens around me, the sound of her pleasure, the scent of her—it’s all too much. My rhythm falters, my hips jerking as I reach my own peak. I bury myself deep inside her with one final thrust, my release spilling into her as my body shudders uncontrollably.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies trembling, slick with sweat, as we fight to catch our breath.

Finally, I collapse into the chair, pulling her close and wrapping an arm securely around her waist working on lowering her legs so she can rest against me fully without tension or restraint.

She leans against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her breathing still uneven. We’re both drenched in sweat, utterly spent, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur against her hair, my voice soft and filled with awe.

She lets out a small laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Felix.”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple as we sit there, utterly wrecked but completely satisfied.

As we sit in the aftermath of our shared euphoria, the only sounds in the room are our labored breathing and the faint hum of the electronics around us. Elizabeth is soft and warm againstme, her head tucked against my shoulder as her body slowly relaxes in my grasp.

And then Carter’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Are you two going for another round so the whole house can hear you through the speaker system, or what?”

For a second, I think I’m hallucinating. I blink, my eyes darting around the room, searching for some clue that I’ve lost my mind.

“What?” I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse and disbelieving.

Elizabeth stirs slightly, her body still too spent to move much. She mumbles something incoherent, but I catch the words“broke something”slurred in between her heavy breaths.

I glance at the dash and suddenly notice the small switch that’s been flipped on—a switch I had entirely overlooked in the heat of the moment.

The speaker system.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, the realization sinking in like a lead weight.

Adjusting Elizabeth carefully in my lap, I glide us closer to the desk, reaching out to the microphone. I press the button, my voice deadpans as I mutter.

“Oops.”

The intercom clicks off, and I hear faint laughter echoing from the kitchen. My stomach sinks further, but curiosity gets the better of me. Supporting Elizabeth, who seems content to doze against me, I slowly roll to the screen that shows Carter leaning casually against the kitchen counter, smirking like the cat who caught the canary.

Holmes sits at the table with his usual stoic expression, though his lips are quirked in what might be amusement. And James is leaning back in his chair, looking far too entertained for my liking.

“My bad,” I say through the intercom. Elizabeth is already halfway asleep, her head resting on my shoulder, her body slack with exhaustion. I adjust her carefully to ensure she’s comfortable, making a mental note to keep her from waking up with a sore neck — or worse, aching shoulders from all the positions we’d explored.

James grins, raising his drink in a mock salute in the direction that I assume he knows is one of the plentiful hidden cameras.

“You guys really went to the next level there, huh?”

I press the intercom button, my voice calm but firm.

“I was patient,” I say, glancing at Elizabeth’s peaceful face and feeling a flicker of pride. “I think I deserve a bit of fun.”

Holmes doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone.

“Hurry up and get your asses to the table,” he says dryly. “We’re trying to prepare dinner.”

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