Page 121 of Knights Game

I chuckle softly. “Luca Knight making a joke again, anyone would say you’ve turned soft.”

“I’ll have your tongue and put it in my memory box.”

“Along with the fingers.”

“Along with the fingers, and your knickers” He smiles at me, and this is the side of him that he showed me last night. He’s like Jekyll and Hyde.

Two sides of the same coin.

“Are we okay?” he asks, “Because I kinda like you.”

“Yes. I’ll get over it and maybe I was jealous and overreacted somewhat. And I don’t want this going to your head, but I kinda like you too.” I lean over, taking his mouth in mine, kissing him hungrily and he meets me with every move, his hands roaming over my naked body. He pulls back on a moan, and I smile goofily.

“Come on,” I say starting to get up, because if I don’t move there’s a risk I’ll never leave this bed. “I need you to bathe me, then I need to feed you, then you need to fuck me again, and then Mr Knight we’re going to bed to sleep for five days. Doctor’s orders.”

“Wow, you’re bossy. But you’re not cooking for me.”

“Oh, yeah, bollocks to cooking, when I said I’d feed you I meant you’d order a Chinese.” He tilts his head back and laughs, the sound rich.

“Wine?” I ask.

“You bubble bath, I’ll get us wine.”

“Deal.” I smile, and he leans over and kisses me before standing up in one graceful move, it always surprises me how someone so tall can move so fluidly. I stare greedily as his lean legs and amazing arse walk gloriously naked to the door.

“Stop perving and get in the bath, Layla.”

I pout. “I’m not perving.”

He winks at me and disappears. I stand up, enjoying the ache between my legs, the wetness at my opening.

Thank God for the implant.

My back screamed at me as I slid into the bath, but once I've acclimatised, it's delightful, the warm water and bubblessurround me in a comforting cocoon and my aching muscles relax. My eyes drift shut and I recline my head on the folded-up towel and sigh.

“Sounds like that and you’re going to make me hard again.”

“You’re always hard.” I peel open an eye and he’s standing in the doorway holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Today has been an absolute shit show, but this, seeing you surrounded by bubbles glowing like that…” He walks to the side and pours two glasses of rosé. He hands me one, placing one on the side and sits next to the bath. “A good end to a shitty day.”

“Join me,” I reach out to him, water dripping off my fingertips to the tiled floor. I move forward and he climbs in behind me and settles, his legs coming round my body, and I sink back and relax into him.

“Perfect.” He kisses my head and passes me my wine.

It’s quiet, and even though I’m relaxing my mind still whirls.

“You know the girls from today, what happens to them now?” I ask.

“They are under the care of Duchess. I’ve arranged for IDs, passports, money, then they will have a choice. They can do what they want, we will help them go home, or they can stay. Which is more than they would have got.”

“And what about you? What are you going to do next?”

“Eat and sleep. Doctor's orders remember.”

“You know what I mean,” I say pulling at his fingers.

“I’ve got people on it; they will find out what happened with your Grandad, and we’ll find out who was behind the shipment. Then we’ll retaliate.”

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