Page 55 of King of Kings

Our bodies are both slick and wet, and the sensation of her against me is enough to make me want to come. I pull her closer to me, licking and sucking on her neck and collar bone, and her head falls back.

“You’re perfect,” I say, my lips traveling back up to hers for a long, deep kiss.

I push her against the shower door, grabbing the soap, rubbing it across her breasts, stomach and legs. My fingers massage into her skin as she moans in response.

“That feels so good, Knox.”

The sensation of the water running down us, my hands all over her body, and my dick rubbing against her clit has my senses in overdrive.

I grab her leg, hooking it around my waist before pushing myself inside of her.

“You were made for me, Sophia,” I say before kissing her again.

I can’t get enough of her. She’s all I think about.

The water starts to run cold, but I don’t even care. Our bodies move together perfectly, and there’s nothing that could pull me from this moment.

“I’m so close, Knox.” She moans.

“I’m there too, baby,” I tell her.

She collapses in my arms when we both come crashing down.

“That was incredible,” she says, and I lean down to kiss her again.

“It was. Let’s go eat before our dinner gets cold,” I tell her, smacking her ass and opening the shower door.

After we’re both dried off and dressed, we head downstairs to eat. Thankfully, everything is still warm. I make both of us a plate and set it down in front of her before joining her at the table.

“This looks amazing,” she gushes.

“How was work?” I ask between bites.

“It wasn’t bad. I wish I could work three hour shifts more often.”

I pour the both of us a glass of wine.

“I wish I could avoid going to the firm,” I admit.

“That bad?” she asks.

“My dad moved a new guy in from Chicago. I think he was hoping to scare me into taking the firm seriously, but it’s not working. I don’t want anything to do with it. I’m basically training this guy to take over from me and I’m not mad about it.”

“I know you told me your passion lies in the University, so why is he pushing the firm on you so much?”

“The firm is his baby. The University was my grandfather’s. My dad thinks it’s a waste of time. He always has,” I say, taking a drink.

“Your dad sounds like my mom,” she says, taking a bite of her salad.

“How so?”

“My mom is always pushing things on me that I don’t want. She can’t even see that I’m happy here, finally living a life I’ve always wanted. It doesn’t fit her agenda, and that pisses her off.” She shrugs.

“It’s a shame she can’t see how much you love your job. Has she been out to visit?” I ask.

“No. I didn’t tell anyone where I moved to. I wanted to start fresh without either one of my parents. I packed everything I owned up and came out here to start anew. They have no idea where I am.”

“Don’t you miss them?”

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