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That was all it took. She broke with a sound somewhere between a groan and a wail, and the way her eyes locked on his through it all was enough to trigger his own orgasm.
Fucking hell. If dry humping felt this good, he could only imagine what it felt like to be inside her.
It’d certainly feel better to come in her than it did to come in his sweatpants like an overeager teenager. Jesus. What a sticky fucking mess.
They sat that way in silence for a moment, breathing hard, chests heaving (which was a phenomenal look on her) as their heart rates returned to normal.
The moment her brain started working again, he could see it in her face. Her brow furrowed as her eyes moved over the length of him. It wasn’t exactly regret he saw in her expression…but it wasn’t anything good, either. “Tenley,” he began.
At the sound of his voice, she was off him like a starting pistol had just been fired. She snagged her tank top from the floor where he’d tossed it and held it up over her breasts as she sprinted for the bathroom. “Um…yeah…s-so…” she stammered. “…shower.”
And then she was gone.
Well…shit.
CHAPTER 15
Sitting in a lawyer’s office with the fake fiancé you’d dry humped to orgasm was awkward.
Tenley wasn’t used to feeling awkward about, well, anything. Confidence was the key to pulling off any con, and she had it in abundance. But intimacy was another story entirely.
Honestly, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex. It might’ve been that bartender in Phoenix years ago. It’d been meaningless, clinical, and totally forgettable.
That morning with Knox had been different.
She remembered all of it. The feel of his strong arms around her. The clean, soapy smell of his warm skin. The texture of his calloused fingertips as they trailed all over her body.
The hard length she’d ground her clit against until she’d drenched the front of his sweatpants with her come.
She’d fallen asleep dreaming of Knox and woken up in his arms, using the man like her own personal sex doll. It was all so embarrassing. And so…
Hot.
It’d been fucking hot, OK? The hottest almost-sex of her life. Better than any actual sex she’d ever had. He’d ruined her for all other men, and he hadn’t even had to take his dick out of his pants to do it.
This was bad. Very, very bad. She needed to get away from him as soon as possible.
She’d already committed to helping him get his inheritance, and she was nothing if not true to her word, so she’d get the job done. But then, she was going to run away so far and so fast she’d leave cartoon skid marks in her wake.
It was the only way to get out of this mess with her heart intact.
Knox leaned over in his chair and whispered in her ear, “You realize we’ll eventually have to talk about it, right?”
She shivered as his warm, minty breath feathered over her cheek. “Not everything needs to be discussed, you know.”
He chuckled. “No one has ever accused me of being overly communicative before. But I think it’s probably different now that we’ve gotten off together.”
Tenley swallowed a groan. She really didn’t need to be reminded of that. “Maybe,” she admitted, grudgingly. “It was a one-off, though, OK? I was…” Half asleep? Horny as fuck? So attracted to you that I humped you like a dog? “…it was just a physical thing. There’s really nothing to talk about.”
There was a pause on his end, and it was long enough that she made the mistake of looking over at him. These chairs were way too close together, because if she wanted to lick his lower lip, all she’d have to do is stick her tongue out the tiniest bit.
And she had no idea why her mind went there. But that wasn’t the point.
The point was that they were too close together, and his eyes were locked on her mouth in a way that made her think his mind was going to a place equally as dirty as hers. Maybe more.
“What if it wasn’t just a one-off?” he asked.
She blinked a few times. Her self-control really wasn’t in the right place for this conversation. “You want it to not be a one-off?”
