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Okay, good talk.
We do a few more turns and I’m feeling confused. One minute, he looks like he wants to drag me home to his bed. The next it's as if he’s angry with me.
Was he that upset I danced with his father?
As his body presses more firmly against me, I can feel the truth. I’m not imagining anything.
Forbidden for both of us, of course.
But, hell, we need to work together, so we should discuss this. I’m not sure I can take much more of his emotional whiplash.
His broodiness is sexy as hell, but it’s also frustrating. Knox acts like this is all my fault.
It’s not.
It’s his cock hard against me right now and I have done absolutely nothing to cause it.
Rather than bring it up on the way home, perhaps a brief chat while dancing is the perfect opportunity. I’ve learned going directly for the jugular with Knox is never smart. He just shuts down. So I start by skirting around the edges.
“Are you okay?” I ask, as his gaze roams my face as if in a rage.
“What?” he growls.
I bite my lip. “Is anything wrong?”
I feel a grumble through his body as his face darkens. “No. I’m not okay,” he bites out.
We merge deeper into the dance floor, and he spins us one, twice, and then around a corner. I press my fingers harder to hold on, as we’re going so fast.
“Knox,” I cry as he guides us off the dance floor and into the shadows of the long, deep red velvet curtains.
I gasp as he pushes me up against the wall.
“I’m not okay, because I want to fuck you. I want to rip this fucking dress off you and slam my cock inside you. I want to watch your wet mouth gape as I make you come.”
Oh shit.
FIVE LONG MINUTES later, we’re striding out of the event into the spring night air. Knox runs his hand down my back as I climb into the limo, then joins me.
The door closes and we are alone.
I’m trembling.
Jesus, what do I say after that confession?
He sits opposite me, and we stare at one another.
I can’t explain it. It’s as if my heart is beating inside my ears. The rest of the world seems a million miles away. Only he exists.
Except he still looks furious. More furious now, if that’s even possible.
I want to rip this fucking dress off you and slam my cock inside you.
Arousal has me clenching my legs together.
I want to watch your wet mouth gape as I make you come. The vehicle begins to move, and I swallow.
“Nothing can happen here,” Knox rasps.
