Page 74 of Laws of Love
“No, it’s—”
“Then you don’t need to speak with him,” Aiva cut her off, popping another grape into her mouth.
“I wasn’t talking to you, and you don’t get to dictate what I talk to my husband about.”
“But I’m talking to you, and I just did. I’m also starting to think you’re doing that shit on purpose,” Aiva stated, putting down the small plate she held. “Saying and pretending he’s still your husband will not make it true. If you need to talk to him about Yas, I won’t stand in your way, but outside of that, you don’t have a reason to talk to my man.”
Mia scoffed. “You may have him today—”
“And I’ll have him tomorrow, next week, next month, and until I don’t want him anymore. Even if that happens, you still won’t get him back. Now, do you need to speak to my man about your daughter? You know, the person who should be your top priority. Because if not, you can go find whoever you came with and stop trying to figure out how to mend an unfixable mess you made.”
“You sound confident now, but you’re not always with him,” Mia told her with a smirk.
“That’s enough, Mia,” Knox stated.
“No,” Aiva started. “Let her continue.”
“I know exactly what he likes, exactly what he needs. It’s the reason I got him in the first place. So, if I really wanted to, I could get him back.”
“You poor girl,” Aiva started with a smile. “You’re so confused about what you want, you don’t know which way is up. Do you want him back because you want him? Do you want him back because you want his money? Or do you want him back because you want his dick? You don’t even know at this point.
Let me help you out. You can’t have him because he’s mine. I don’t care about his money; I have my own, and you can’t have his dick because, ding ding ding, it’s mine. I own it.”
Even though they hadn’t slept together yet, Aiva was confident in her statement, and if she hadn’t been, there was no way she would allow Mia to see it.
“The best part is that I didn’t even have to open my legs to make it happen. So, no, you can’t have him back because I don’t see him taking that downgrade.”
Mia opened and closed her mouth at a loss for words, and she truly resembled a fish. Aiva stepped away from Knox and closed the distance between her and Mia.
“Chess, remember, sweetie?” she whispered in the other woman’s ear. “Checkmate.”
Aiva took a step back to take in the look on Mia’s face, but it was short-lived as Knox grabbed her hand and pulled her away. She didn’t say a word as he led her out of the vineyard, her eyes on his back the entire time.
When they reached the car, he pulled her around to stand before him, and Aiva looked up. She was going to say something, anything, but any potential words flew from her mind as his lips crashed down on hers. She’d initially thought he was pulling her away from the scene because she’d overstepped, and he was upset, but no. He’d pulled her away because he was turned on.
One of his hands slipped under her sundress, and she felt his finger ghost over the apex of her thighs, over her panties. His other hand placed hers on the growing bulge in his pants, and Aiva gasped into the kiss.
“You own it, huh?” he questioned against her lips, nipping her lower one. “Prove it.” He added more pressure, pushed against her clit, and she released a soft moan.
In response, Aiva squeezed him over his pants, and he ran his tongue over her lower lip. “Then take me home.”
He gave her another kiss before pulling away and helping her into the car. There was an ache between Aiva’s legs, and she knew there was only one way to take care of it.
The tension in the car had been thick, and it followed them into Aiva’s bedroom. It swirled around them like a tangible being, a taste that Knox could damn near feel on his tongue as he licked his lips, taking her in. She shifted under his gaze as his eyes roamed her body, gaze searing as if he could see through the offending articles of clothing that covered her. He stopped her when her hands went to the back of her neck to untie the dress.
“Don’t,” he stated. The gasp it pulled from her was warranted, because Knox damn near didn’t recognize his own voice. It had deepened with his arousal and was thick with his desire. “I want to unwrap my gift.”
He eliminated the distance between them, running his hands up her arms to her shoulders. Knox cupped the sides of her neck and leaned down to speak against her lips.
“I’m going to need you to be patient with me, baby. I can’t guarantee that I won’t try to take all night, but I also can’t guarantee I won’t be a little rougher than I mean to.”
Aiva’s breath hitched, and Knox sealed his lips to hers, attempting to steal the rest of the oxygen from her lungs. His kiss contradicted his request. There was no patience in how he kissed her, the way he drank her in. But he hadn’t said he would be patient, which was why he needed her to be. He pulled at the tie on the back of her dress, and when it was loose, he broke the kiss.
Knox stepped back, pulling the top of the dress down like wrapping paper to reveal those gorgeous, supple breasts. She’d bypassed a bra, and he groaned deep in his throat at the site. Those perfect penny-colored mounds with dark, umber nipples. He continued to push the dress down the rest of her body, and with each bit of flesh he revealed, Knox became harder than he already was. His dick strained against the front of his pants, wanting freedom. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it ripped through his pants at that moment.
The dress had barely pooled at her feet before Knox hoisted her up, hands gripping her luscious ass as he took her left nipple between his lips. Aiva released a little gasp, one of her hands going to his shoulder, the other twining in his hair. He tasted the flesh of her nipple, rolling the bud over his tongue and drawing another moan from her.
He laid her on the bed as he sucked that pert nipple, one hand moving to take the weight of the other breast, brushing his thumb over the bud, stimulating both. A tweak of her nipple had her giving him an enticing moan. A bite to the other had her gasping for him, arching into his touch and mouth and pulling him closer.
