Page 11 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
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Isabelle
What the hell am I doing?I think to myself as we race down the hallways of the hotel, giggling like silly teenagers on the run from ourparents.
This is Knox Steele... yourfriend.
Only tonight he doesn’t feel that way at all, and that makes me feel like someone else too. It’slike living in a raunchy fantasy for just a moment. Stepping into someone else’s shoes can be so exciting. Especially for someone like me who never does anything wrong. I’m the good girl who doesn’t get the boys. Well tonight, for one night, that’ll change. And hell, the idea of a naughty escape from reality has my pulse racing so fast I fear I might passout.
It will only be one night.I hold no illusions about that truth. Knox Steele isn’t the type of guy any girl can or should settle down with. He lives for moments, not a lifetime. He spends more time running away than standing still. He lives for the escape, for the thrill of knowing this second will be different from the next. That’s all anyone will get from him. He was that way back when we were in school, and by the looksof tonight, he hasn’t changed in that department. It’s a side of him that used to put me off. Personally, I wouldn’t dare entertain the idea of being with anyone like that, but right now, there’s a desire deep within me that refuses tocare.
Tonight, I want thefantasy.
He’s no longer my friend anyway. We’ll probably never be close again. So fuck it. For tonight, he can be a verymemorable one-nightstand.
“Here, this room looks unoccupied,” Knox whispers to me. “Care to joinme?”
“This isn’t a room, it’s a closet,” I point out. “There isn’t any furniture to…to siton.”
His eyes turn playful in response to my shy, timid comment, and his hand slides around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “Oh, we don’t need furniture, doll. Besides, you can siton top ofme.”
Oh God, that cocky smile, the dimples that pop out… When he looks at me with that expression, with that face and those eyes, it’s too all-consuming to say no. I can’t resist such temptation, even if it is totally nuts. But since I’m about to do something completely out of character for one night, I may as well go all out crazy. With Knox, and this energy surging between us,it’s bound to be out of thisworld.
He studies my face and probably realizes that my opinion has changed without my having to express it. That knowing smirk rises up on his face, and he grabs my hand and pulls me along to join him inside the tiny shoebox of a room. There’s so little space that my body presses right up against his as the door swings shut once more, shrouding us in darkness.I can feel Knox’s sexy, muscular, grown-up body, and I know for sure he has to be able to feel my hammering heart. It makes my desperate desire for him obvious, which should be something I feel embarrassed about, but weirdly Idon’t.
I want Knox, much more than I’ve ever wanted another man before. It’s without a doubt the first time I’ve ever felt such a strong tug of attraction to anyone.The idea that it might be the alcohol doesn’t discourage me. All I want is to have his hands, his lips, his body on me, to know what my former best friend feels like up close, to finally get my chance to be his girl of the hour, his one-time fling. I can’t wait to see what will happen next. The thought that Knox is far more experienced in playing the field than I am, well it’s a bonus for me,maybe not so much for him, considering my very limited experience in the lovemaking department. Sure, I’m no virgin, but I can count the number of partners I’ve slept with on one hand—on two fingers, if I’m beinghonest.
“I’m a little surprised we’re here,” Knox whispers lustfully as he traces a finger lightly down my cheek. “I didn’t think you’d want me thisway.”
I don’t answerthat, mainly because I’m honestly not sure how to. We don’t need a tiny closet to talk about what went wrong with our friendship. I won’t fool myself with delusions of an impending heart to heart that ends in going back to what we were for each other ten years ago. That ship has sailed and we both knowit.
Instead of addressing his comment, I shut down any of my remaining hopes by grabbingonto Knox’s shirt collar. I drag his lips back to mine, close my eyes, and step into the moment. Doubts and questions can’t get in the way while our bodies are in such intimate contact. He says my name against my lips and I lose myself completely when his hands find the zipper at the back of my dress. I slide hot, trembling palms up along the front of his shirt, appreciating the feel of what aresome wonderful abs, vaguely wondering what his skin might tastelike.
Too bad there’s not enough space in here for me to maneuver myself around. Or down. For now, all I can do is touch with my fingertips. Knox pulls from our kiss, wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me off the floor, and with no thought whatsoever, my legs wrap around his hips, causing my dress to ride up my thighs.He presses my back up against the door behind me. Our bodies are wedged together and I feel every inch of his thick erection, hard as steel against my lower belly, and my arousal ramps up another level. I’m drenched between my legs just knowing he’s hard as a rock for me. My body wants to know what he’ll feel like inside ofme.
It’s clear to me that he’ll be different from my last two times.My only two times from years ago. For one, it’s Knox. He’s the man of my fantasies. He’s the man I’ve loved as a friend, and for a while, I hated him too. On top of that, he’s big. Huge. Well-endowed with the skill to use it and the expertise to break my will and have me begging for more. At least, that’s what the girls in high school use tosay.
“You’re so fucking wet, gorgeous,” he moansat my ear. “Soaking wet… just for me, prettygirl.”
His words make me feel sexier and dirtier than I thought possible, and I freaking love it. I could never convince myself that I was pretty. To have this devastatingly handsome man tell me things he used to say repeatedly back when we were friends, and in this new, hot and sensual context, it’s addicting. In that moment, I know one timewon’t be nearly enough. But I won’t set myself up for future pain. More than once is not in the cards forus.
My dress hitches up higher and Knox’s mouth moves away from my ear in one fluid movement. As his kisses work down my neck and over my collarbone, I let my head fall back against the hard, cold surface of the door and wrap myself up in his touch. I don’t know how he does it, butKnox lifts my dress up my body, over my head and drops it to the ground with no effort at all. Before I can fully react to the cool air hitting my skin, his fingers deftly find and remove mybra.
Need and want expand through my body as his head lowers past my collarbone to the flesh of one breast. My back arches, encouraging him to move lower. He’s taunting me, taking his sweet time totease everywhere but the nipple, inching toward it yet never reaching, and damn, do I need him to get there. I place my hands on his shoulders, letting out a sinful moan that sounds nothing like me as I try to coax him downward, but with my tiny frame compared to his big, broad muscular body, it’s no use. Still, every touch is purepleasure.
The loud clicking sound of high heels on themarble floor comes from the hallway and I freeze, covering my mouth with one hand as I imagine they must’ve heard mymoan.
“What’s wrong?” Knox asks absently but keepsgoing.
“Shhhh.”
I give it some thought as I wait for the footsteps to subside. This spot wouldn’t be the worst place in the world to be caught, but it’d be a first for me. Somehow, I don’t mind or care too deeplyabout possible consequences. To the contrary, the fact that anyone at all can walk in on us intensifies the deliciousness of what we’re up to. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m glad to have Knox bring out this wilder, more adventurous side of me just once. In one New York minute, he’s unleashed my sexual goddess and made me willing to do fun and nasty things inpublic.
I don’t doubt he has somelong-held power overme.
Knox’s lips finally make it to where I’ve been longing to feel him and I gasp. He licks and sucks and flicks, sending me to a whole other world ofpleasure.
“Oh God…Knox.” I call his name and he groans against my sensitive flesh, driving my need through the roof to the point where I can’t take it anymore, I need him now. Stretching out my legs, I reach themdown as far as they’ll go, hoping my heels will hit the floor. They don’t, not on their own, but Knox soon responds to my moving around and lets me down, our bodies still in close contact as I’m lowered. I hastily tug at the zipper on his slacks, needing him to be free. I don’t want anything to stop this train now that it’s fully on the tracks. I’m having far too much of a good time being the badgirl for once in my life. I can see myself being this way more often. With Knox. The only problem with that vision is it’s not anywhere near reality. This is a one-timething.
