Page 30 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

“You’re dripping down the stool, princess. Look at all the mess you’re making.”

His words sent a rush of arousal gushing out of me, slicking his finger. He curled it deep inside me, sweeping the pad over a sensitive spot, and I moaned. Loudly. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, spreading my legs even wider. I was still in that position when Knox’s skilled finger coaxed the longest and fiercest orgasm of my entire life out of my quivering body.

“Oh, my… fuck!” I cried, my ass lifting off the barstool as my legs shook violently in the air.

“Fuck yeah,” Knox grunted, pulling his finger out of me and lifting me so that I wrapped my legs around his waist. “The night is still young, my dear Nina. I hope you’re not tired of me yet. We’ve only just started.”

I could barely catch my breath, let alone respond to that very delicious threat. I felt everything all at once; arousal,satisfaction, excitement for what was to come. And finally, shock that all of this was being done with none other than Knox Coleman—my mortal enemy.

I held onto him as he guided us to his bedroom. Ever since he moved in, I have not come in here. It was pretty much the same as how I made it, other than some male skincare products on the table and a few clothes hanging in the closet, which I could see from one of its open doors.

Knox laid me down on his bed gently, a complete contrast to the man who’d been at loggerheads with me for the past few weeks. He crawled onto the bed beside me, hoisting himself up with one elbow and just… stared at me.

His eyes first traveled down my body in a slow, agonizing assessment, and when I jammed my legs together and he didn’t object, I knew he was appreciating what he saw.

“Are you going to keep staring at me all night, or are we going to get this show on the road?”

It was a half-assed attempt to ease the tension. Safe to say, it didn't work. Knox only smiled at me before brushing his hand through my hair.

“You know, it’s unreal that this is happening.” He exhaled sharply, and I had a thought then that he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and he just made me come. “I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time now. It was all I couldthink about. I kept asking myself what it was about you that made me lose control like a teenager, but came up with nothing.”

I tried to catch his gaze, but it seemed Knox was determined to look everywhere but into my eyes. I wanted to know what was going through his head. His words felt genuine and sounded perplexed, like he’d been shoved into a conundrum with no explanation of how to find answers.

“Are you saying you’ve been secretly lusting after me all this time?” I asked, half joking, half serious.

“Is that so unbelievable?” He finally looked into my eyes. Something swirled in there; I couldn’t be too sure, but it looked like guilt. But what would he be guilty about?

I shrugged. “I don’t know. You called me a whore, and a fake, and a child. Seems weird that you’d want such a person if that’s the way you feel about them.”

There it was again, that look of guilt. It told me that maybe Knox wasn’t as mean as he’d come across. I thought back to what Lindsay said last week, about how Knox had lost a deal and was going through some tough times at work.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I apologize,” he said solemnly.

Just because I could, I decided to tease him a little. “For which part? My promiscuity, pretense, or immaturity?”

He chuckled. “The first two. I still think you’re immature.”

I bit my lower lip, trailing a hand down his jawline.

He hummed, kissing me. “Luckily for me, you’re at least physically above the legal age, which means I can do dirty things to you without worrying about going to prison.” Then he added in a growl, “Princess.”

Ilovedthat name. “Hmm. Can you?” It was a dangerous game we were playing. Addictive, too. Now that I knew what it was like to be kissed by Knox, I couldn’t think of anything else that was better than it. “What other dirty thing can you do?”

“Let’s see. What’s your highest consecutive orgasm count in a row? I bet I could beat it.”

To my dismay, a giggle burst out from my throat. “Knox, for goodness’ sake, be serious.”

Sapphire eyes shone with challenge. His handsome face contorted into a wide grin that knocked the breath out of my lungs, and when he adjusted himself so that he was kneeling between my legs, I saw the determination in his eyes. He threw his shirt off, exposing his toned muscles for my viewing pleasure.

“Fuck,” I breathed, feeding my eyes with the wondrous contours of his abs and following the hair that splattered just below his navel and disappeared beneath the waistline of his sweatpants.His erection pressed against the fabric of the material and my heart picked up speed.

“Take them off,” I begged, “I want to see.”

Knox laughed, a deep melodious sound that carried through the room and bounced right off the walls. “Someone’s eager.”

“Hurry,” I pleaded, never taking my eyes off him.

Knox took his sweet time pulling his pants off. I was glad to see that he’d gone commando. By the time he was slipping out of the legs, I was salivating.

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