Page 46 of King of Kings

When it’s time to rinse off the first coat, I glance over at Knox. He’s grinning at me, leaning against the wall. That’s when I get the best idea.

When he’s not looking, I spray him with the hose. The look on his face is priceless. I would spray him a thousand times again just to see it.

“What the hell?” he yells.

Meanwhile, I’m bent over, laughing so hard my stomach is cramping.

“Oh, that’s funny?” he says, stalking towards me.

I don’t have enough time to react before he’s throwing me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I yell between laughing.

The hose is spraying everywhere. The two of us are soaking wet. When he finally puts me down, I can’t help but stare. His shirt is plastered to his amazing body. Water is dripping down his muscles, and honestly, I’d give anything to put my hands in his hair and latch myself onto him.

“See something you like?” he says, smirking.

“You’re an ass.” I laugh, spraying him with the hose again.

He dodges the water then runs after me. I drop the hose, running around the truck. He grabs my waist, pulling me back towards his body, and then he’s pushing me against the truck.

Both of us are panting, out of breath from running around. He puts one of my hands above my head, against the truck. His other hand cups my cheek.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful it hurts,” he says, leaning closer to me.

His lips crash to mine, his hand gripping my hair.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls, his lips traveling down my neck.

His hand moves the strap of my dress, almost exposing my breast.

“Knox, someone could see us,” I say breathlessly.

“I don’t care,” he says.

Honestly, I don’t care either. I can’t think of anything except how good it feels for him to touch me.

Before I know it, he’s on his knees, his hands pushing my dress up, and then he’s putting my leg over his shoulder.

I should care. I should be embarrassed. We’re in a car wash stall and anyone could drive up and see us. But I don’t care. I’m dying for him to touch me.

His hands grip my ass before he brings my pussy to his face. His tongue swipes against my center. My head rolls back against the side of the truck.

“Fuck me, Knox,” I cry out.

He pulls away, and I hear him unzip his pants.

He pushes himself inside of me, gripping my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Shit, Sophie,” he says, his lips nibbling and sucking on my neck.

This isn’t gentle. He’s shoving me against the truck.

My hands grip his hair. He puts his mouth over my breast, his tongue swirling over my nipple.

“I’m going to come, Knox. I’m coming,” I cry out.

We both come crashing down together.

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