Page 93 of The High Priestess

“Where are the rest of your clothes? You’ll need to bring them here.”

He shakes his head as he places a knee beside me on the bed. Leaning over me, he says, “There aren’t any to bring over.”

My eyebrows lift. “That’s all you have?” I ask as I point at his bag.

He nods as he leans in, pressing a kiss to my neck.

I keep getting mixed signals. Knight arranged the private jet and paid all the mercenaries and for the hotel, but his house isfalling apart, his SUV is all banged up, and he lives out of a duffle bag.

When he moves to kiss my mouth, I duck my head and say, “I have a few questions.”

He sits down beside me. “Shoot.”

“You clearly have money.”

“Yeah?”

“Then why is your house in such a state? What about the beaten-up SUV?” I shake my head. “You hardly have any clothes.”

He sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly. “Before you, I didn’t care about anything. Every dollar I’ve made is in a Swiss account.”

I tilt my head. “You just existed.” When he nods, I move onto my knees, and wrapping one arm around his neck, I place my other hand on his cheek. “I’m taking you shopping once everything is dealt with,ángele mou.”

“You need to teach me Greek. What do the words mean?”

“My angel.”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “I like that.” Then he frowns. “Not the shopping part, though.”

“You have no choice,” I say.

“How’s that?”

I start to unbutton my silk pajama shirt. “I’ll bribe you.”

He lets out a chuckle. “Okay.”

I push my shorts down, and when I’m naked, I say, “Take off your sweatpants and lie down so I can smother you.”

The man wastes no time shoving his sweatpants down his legs.

When he climbs back onto the bed and he kneels in front of me, I ask, “How do we do this?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he grumbles before cupping my cheek and fusing his mouth with mine.

I quickly get lost in the way Knight kisses me, his lips claiming mine with fierce possessiveness. His hands roam down my sides, and as I wrap my arms around his neck, he grips my butt tightly.

We kiss for so long that I forget what my original mission was by the time he lifts his head. He kneads my butt cheeks with his hands while he looks into my eyes.

“You’re going to kneel with a knee on either side of my head, facing away from me.”

Oh. Right. I’m bribing him to let me take him shopping for clothes.

Knight lies down on his back, and I’m not going to lie, I feel super self-conscious when I move into position.

God, can he see my butthole?

My face goes up in flames as I lean over his torso until I’m staring at his very hard cock.

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