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“You’re beyond beautiful,” I murmur.
“Is that a yes?” Big blue eyes stare back at me.
I down another gulp of whisky. “Sorry, love.”
The smile slides off her face, and she leaves.
“Totally your type.” Finn runs a quizzical eye over me.
“Yeah.” I twirl the drink in my hand. Totally my type. My gaze again slides to the dance floor, at my brother’s smiling, flushed face and the woman stealing into my every thought. I’m not jealous of Lachlan exactly. But, yeah, a bit of something green gathers in my thoughts. I know it’s irrational. Whatever is going on with her and Lachlan differs from what’s going on with her and me. With Lachlan, she’s worshipped. With Finn, she’ll have fun. With me, she wants to be dominated. My gaze and mind wander to the corner of the dance floor where I had my fingers in her sweet pussy a few nights ago. She pushed back demanding more. Her eyes begged before she screamed her release in my shirt. I felt so damn protective of her. And the kicker was I did think of her as mine. The dynamic at Lachlan’s flat when I’d been so pissed finding her in an unlocked bathroom getting off. Yeah, it was Lachlan’s place, but the thought of something terrible happening to her made me want to smash walls, Thor-style. Lachlan was into her in his way, worshipping her with his eyes and then his dick, while I possessed her. I’d never seen a woman so fucking sated.
Finn’s chuckle brings me with a thump back into the room. His eyes are fixed on Georgia, and there’s a fondness there. Something I haven’t seen on my brother’s face before. He’s upfront with women, just as I am. There hasn’t been a woman who has interested me, physically and mentally, until now.
She’s good for us. For all of us.
That brings a shit-eating grin to my face. I must’ve said it out loud, because when I glance at Finn, he has one stuck on him, too.
“Yeah, she is good for all of us,” he says with a rueful shake of the head.
As if she knows what he’s thinking, she turns, stares straight at him, and raises her eyebrows. He salutes her with his drink. Lachlan with lust in his eyes smiles, then catches Georgia’s hips. She’s changed from her office suit into a white floaty dress that is driving me insane. A white lacy bra peaks from beneath the halter-neck dress. High nude sandals on her feet make her legs longer than the Eiffel Tower. Her dark hair is a tumble of ink across her back that I want to fist when I take her from behind. Her dark eyes will be locked on mine as I wring another orgasm from her sweet body. She pulls the heavy mass off her shoulders and our eyes lock. It’s as if the woman can read my mind.
When she first arrived from work it was in a navy fitted jacket over a solemn white business shirt and a tight navy skirt to her knees. Her feet were in modest pumps. She should wear killer fuck-me heels. If I hadn’t been on the phone wrapping up an urgent meeting with the lawyers about the deal with Killian, Archie and Mac, I’d have unwrapped her like a present on Christmas morning, layer by layer, until I got to the prize. I’d have fucked her against the wall, door, bed, on the floor, with me underneath her so she wouldn’t get splinters. She’d be coming with my tongue in her tight pussy, calling my name, and wearing killer fuck-me heels.
My name is Knox MacLeod, and I now have a thing for raven-haired women with attitude, lips that should be stretched around my cock as I lick her pussy. The number sixty-nine has never sounded sweeter.
Back the bus up.
Scratch that. One woman deserves to be cherished, dominated, and adored.
And fuck me, there are three men here who can make her feel all of those things. Three men who can take her to a place she yearns to go. And potentially wreck her for any other man on the planet.
I chuckle into my drink.
Yeah, I like that idea a whole fucking lot.
I glance at my watch. It’s late and she’s had a big day.
Maybe not tonight.
My balls pinch in dismay.
Maybe just a little preview of what’s coming.
I launch off my chair and make my way to my Georgia.
Chapter Seventeen
GEORGIA
I sense Knox rather than see him through the throngs of people bumping and grinding on the dance floor. His potency demands I raise my head, and I do. Yeah, he’s six-hundred foot tall, and can probably move mountains, and bench press rugby teams, but he doesn’t use his size to intimidate people. He’s protective, and that protectiveness sends quivers through me like a river. A force of nature. He prowls toward me.
I’ve had an awesome day. I love my colleagues. I adore the work, and hanging out with Lachlan and Finn has been fun.
Darcie came to celebrate my first day. She’s so much fun, but she basically fled when a very intense, extremely gorgeous bear of a man wanted to buy her a drink, but she refused, saying she could pay for her own drinks. He then stared at her before mumbling that they’d see each other again and soon. Shortly after, Darcie made her excuse to leave, insisting she’d called an Uber which was waiting outside.
I’m sure the bear of a man is like Knox. Strong, powerful and a little frightening if you don’t know him.
But I know my man.
