Page 43 of Deal with the Devil

“No need to apologize, pet, I quite like the noise. It helps break up the silence.” He cocked his head to the side, “Are you alright?”

“I came in here with the sole purpose of getting you to tell me everything that’s going on with this threat to my and my sister’s life.” She straightened her spine and seemingly, physically prepared for the answer.

“Well…there’s a lot, but if that’s what you want, I need to head into the casino anyway. It will help answer some of it.” He nodded, pushing the chair back from the desk even further.

“Let me go change, meet me by the front door in ten?” She eyed him mischievously before skittering out of his hands and nearly climbing hand over foot across the floor. Amelia was gone in the blink of an eye, and he nearly chased her. Knox had to hold himself back from naturally bolting after her. There was a wicked glee filling his chest as he slowly followed her from the room. He caught a glimpse of her wheeling around the bend in the stairs, giggling manically.

Zavros stood, frozen in place with confusion, watching after her. “Uh, boss?”

“We’re heading into the casino shortly, will you grab the driver?” he asked, straightening out his shirt.

Zavros nodded, still clearly baffled, but not wanting to ask as he ducked out the front door of the house. Knox took up his cane and pulled on his coat. Denver left the solitude of his own office and waved to his boss. “Headed out, sir?”

“Yes, Amelia and I will be back.”

“What shall I do with the others?” Denver raised an eyebrow.

“They can do as they please, just…don’t let them break anything.”

Denver snorted, “Got it, looks like I’m digging out the movies and popcorn. Young master Armstrong, how do you feel about a racing movie or a fighting movie?”

The centaur strutted into the dining room where the sounds of Brayden and his mother talking filled the foyer before being muffled behind a closed door. Knox stepped toward the front door and turned to watch the stairs. After a few moments, Amelia slowly crept into view and stole the air from his very lungs. All legs, her thick thighs and toned calves put up on display in pretty, black, strappy wedges. A scrunched black dress that wrapped her up like a birthday present just for him, and a collar—hiscollar—wrapped around her throat. Something akin to a leather strap was wrapped up her right forearm like a snake coiled around her. She tossed her hair with a flick, letting the shimmering, blue curtain fall down behind her.

Amelia smirked, catching him gawking. “I figured since we’re going to work, I should look the part.”

“The part?” he blurted out, throat tight.

Her saunter across the foyer made him want to forget the casino all together. Fuck the work. He wanted to drag her by the collar into his office and drape her over the couch.

“The boss’s girl, she’s always supposed to be alluring. Right? The seductress of the evil mob boss?” she teased, flattening the lapels of his jacket before brushing past him. The front dooropened for her. Knox bit the inside of his cheek to keep from misbehaving.

She wanted the truth. She wanted to know what’s going on. She deserves to know the truth…how can I possibly be expected to focus when she looks like that?

Knox had never felt like a starved dog before, never thought he would drool over anyone. Then he met Amelia, and he was a beast trying to resist wrapping his teeth around her throat.

“You read too many novels,” he croaked, charging after her. He stepped up to the car door first and opened it for her.

“People in glass houses, Knox,” she purred, and his cock struggled to keep seated in his pants.

“Get in this fucking car,” he growled.

She winked at him and slipped inside. Knox tossed himself into the backseat and barked for his driver to take them to the casino. The second the doors locked, and the car lurched into motion, he flicked a finger at the partition. It hissed as it rolled up. Knox waited one second to situate himself in the seat before reaching over, grabbing her by the collar, and ripping her into his lap. She yelped, tumbling into his chest. Her hands slapped against the leather seats around his shoulders.

Two fingers slipping through the metal ring on her collar, he tugged her face closer. Her lips brushed his as he exhaled. “You could have worn whatever you liked to the casino…and you chosethis?”

She grinned from ear to ear, settling herself against him. The warmth of her cunt pressed into his lap and Knox’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head.Fuck.Amelia Armstrong would be the death of him. Knox dropped one hand to the outside of her thigh. Slithering his fingers under the fabric, he traveled up her thigh till he brushed the back of his fingers against her silk covered core. Finally, Amelia was the one whimpering, bucking her hips softly against his touch.

“Do you not like it?” she gasped as he brushed the front of her panties aside. Gloved fingers traced her slit, coating the leather with her desire.

“I love it, but it will be hard to be professional with you decorated like a very naughty cake I want to shove my face into,” he breathed. Knox slipped his forefinger into her warmth and curled it against her clit. Amelia jerked. Their lips crashed together as he beckoned her desire more and more. Circling her clit, chasing her mouth, teeth clashing, the back of the car grew heated.

She pulled back, tossing her head back. Panting, her voice raspy, she spoke, “Good thing you don’t have to be professional.”

“It’s still abusinessdespite how seedy it may be,” he snorted, pinching her clit. She cried out, rocking her hips.

“Are you saying I should dress less sexy?” She giggled maniacally.

“No, absolutely not,” he laughed, driving two fingers deep inside her, leaving his thumb to soothingly circle her clit.

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