Page 32 of Sutton and the CEO's Baby

Knox shook his head. “I am throwing it out.”

“Don’t you dare!” Mrs. Beason waved her arthritic hand.

When all was said and done, Knox had thrown the offending product out and replaced it with the one from his fridge that wasn’t expired. Candice looked up at Knox as he followed her inside of his house. He took his cowboy hat off. There was something so sexy about a man in wranglers and a cowboy hat.

Knox caught her staring and gave her a shy smirk.

She knew that she needed to stay strong. This on again off again crap was wearing on both of them. But at that moment, all she could think of was the way he tenderly took care of Mrs. Beason, the way he always made sure she had something to drink and a comfortable place to sit.

Stupid country cowboy charm tended to get her out of her panties faster than anything else she had found. So, when he reached an arm out and yanked her to his side, she didn’t fight him.

No, her hands went to his brown uniform and began to untuck it from his jeans. She knew the corded muscles just below the cloth rather intimately and she wanted to see them again. But it appeared that she would have to wait, because Knox had other things in mind. His hands cupped her face and he kissed her.

The feel of his rough hands against her satiny smooth skin always gave her goosebumps. And the way the man kissed, holy shit, it was an art form. His mouth slanted over hers, demanding entrance. Once Knox had what he wanted, he tended to savor her, needing every precious drop of her resistance until there was nothing left.

Candice felt every inch of her body come alive. He was magic, and when he kissed her, she became more than just the girl from the city. She felt free, and damn if that had ever happened with anyone else.

Candice worked her fingers underneath his shirt and lightly scraped her nails down those delicious abs. Knox moaned into the kiss, biting her lip and yanking her closer. His hands slipped down to the hem of her shirt and he yanked it over her head, quick to bring their lips back together as fast as humanly possible.

Candice was a curvy girl, with a woman’s body that she was unapologetic for. Knox craved those curves, dreamed about them, beat off to the memory of them, and fuck if he wasn’t falling in love with them. He pulled the cups of her bra down so that her large breasts jutted out. He bent his head and took one of them in his mouth, loving the way she moaned and sank her hands into his hair.

She pulled him closer to her, needing more than the gentle ministrations that he had been giving her.

He slipped a knee between her thighs and then bit down on her tender tip. The pain mixed with unbearable pleasure had her gasping and calling out his name. His mouth captured the other nipple and he sucked hard while pinching the first between his fingertips.

Candice had never come from nipple play alone, but if anyone could convince her, it was Knox. He didn’t just jump into a quick fuck. Everything was careful and calculated. For the most part, Candice was thankful that he was such a devoted and kind lover. But there was that little doubt that always crept up, making her wonder what it would take to make this man lose control.

His fingers went to the button on her jeans, and he yanked them down as soon as possible, quickly followed by his own. Candice moaned as he traced the folds of her pussy through her satin panties. He had a hand full of gorgeous ass, and the other feeling how incredibly wet she was for him.

Candice, not to be outdone, slid her hands inside of his boxers and grasped his length. He hissed as her hand cupped his balls and the other stroked him from root to tip. He wouldn’t last if she played that way, and Knox wanted this to last.

He wanted to pull her so far under his spell that nothing and no one could ever come between them. It seemed like it was always something. His job, her life in the city, the new employee, Sutton——no matter when, it seemed that they were constantly fighting to be together.

Knox had known a fair amount of fighting in his life. From his abusive childhood to life as an officer of the law, he fought long and hard every day for what he believed to be right.

This right here in his arms, Knox knew was right. She was right for him and he would prove it if it damn near killed him.

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