Page 38 of The Traitor

For an instant, she was clearly lost and unsure how to respond. Lust was definitely messing with her wonderful brain while her body knew what it wanted from him.

His hands splayed over her lower belly, waiting.

“Knox, please. I want more.”

“More what, baby? I’m filling you to the brim. What more could you possibly want from me?”

Now she panted. When she tried to push herself forward, he held her as she was and shook his head. “I want the words from you. Be descriptive.”

The way she blushed had nothing to do with the shower steam or exertion. It took a minute, but she finally looked into his eyes. “I… I want you to touch me between my legs.”

He didn’t move. “I am, baby. My entire length is deep inside you.”

Groaning in frustration, he felt her hands tighten on his knees. “Your hands. I want your hands between my legs.”

Oh, he knew full well where she wanted his hands. His view confirmed her clit was pulsing and jerking as she moved. If possible, it had elongated even more.

In a teasing mood despite his own needs starting to blur his intentions, Knox placed his fingers on the sensitive skin inside her thighs. For the first time, he heard Josie curse and he laughed.

Amenable and unwilling to torture her even further, he used his fingers and thumbs to spread her out. Her labia was red and engorged, and it was easy for him to gather her fluids on his fingers before running his lubricated thumb on the underside of her nub.

At the contact, Josie bowed, which produced an amazing effect on his cock. Damn, he wanted to come now, but not before her. With her.

Using all his skill, he manipulated her clit and labia, causing her hips to grind on him until the sensation made him start to push back.

“Tell me when you’re about to come, Josie. I want to empty myself inside you when it happens.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but words were incomprehensible. Only noises came from her as her eyes lost their focus.

The noise of wet skin slapping wet skin, grunts and groans filled the small cubicle. Knox was about to lose control when Josie screamed.

“I’m coming, oh God. Knox, don’t stop. Please. Please. Please.”

At her endless litany, and the sudden spasming of her slick sheath, milking him like an iron fist, he finally succumbed to his own pleasure, his hips pistoning into her at increasing speed.

As his orgasm took control over him, Knox released her and grabbed her hips to pull her hard against him, making her cry out over and over again. In the back of his mind, he knew she was orgasming again, but he was lost in a storm of his own.

Lost in ecstasy, Knox felt like a dam had burst inside his loins, but also in his chest. His body cradled Josie as it jerked from the wave of pleasure. He realized then he’d almost lost her because he’d been afraid and a fool. He would never make the same mistake again.

He buried his nose in her wet hair knowing he had a decision to make because he wouldn’t get another chance. The choice was scary, crazy, but obvious. “I love you, Josie. Don’t leave me. Stay with me.”

The words were out, it was a vow he’d never break. If she let him, he’d take care of and protect this woman whatever it took, whatever the cost. In that instant, he had a new purpose in life. No one or nothing could make him go back to being a traitor again.

Ever so slowly, Josie pushed herself upright so she could look at him. Her delicate fingers traced his face, caressed his beard, and Knox swallowed hard, waiting for a response.

“Don’t ever push me away again, Spencer Knox. This is your only chance with me.”

“Never, baby. Never.”

“And I have one condition.”

Ready for anything, ready to give her the moon every single day and night, he waited for her demand.

“Can we do it again? In the shower?” Her wicked smile made him grin in return.

Unable to resist her mouth, he kissed her and silently promised he would do whatever he could to always keep that smile on her face, for as long as she lived.

Epilogue

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