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I’m not used to begging, but right now, I’d do anything for him to make me come. “Please, Knox,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I need it so bad. Please.”

He groans, and I can feel the tension in him too, the control he’s holding onto by a thread. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and finally—finally—he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, his thumb rubbing my clit with the perfect pressure.

The release hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me in waves of pleasure so intense I can’t even scream. My body trembles, my thighs clenching around his head as I come harder than I ever have in my life, and it feels like I’m floating.

When I finally come down from the high, I’m panting, my body limp and spent. Knox is hovering over me, his green eyes dark with lust, and I can see that he’s barely holding on to his own control.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before I can catch my breath, he’s pulling off his shirt, revealing those broad shoulders and tattoos that make me want to touch every inch of him. He’s on me in seconds, his cock hard and ready as he presses into me, and I gasp as he fills me completely, his lips capturing mine in a deep, bruising kiss.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls against my mouth, his hips moving slowly at first, teasing me, but it’s not long before he’s thrusting harder, faster, and I’m lost in him all over again.

Chapter 9

ROSIE

The week has been a blur. Meetings, deadlines, and endless phone calls with clients who seem to think I’m some sort of miracle worker. Being a PR executive is a juggling act, especially with this new big account I’ve been assigned. It’s high-profile, lots of media attention, and it’s all riding on me making sure everything runs smoothly. No pressure, right?

But through it all, I can’t stop thinking about Knox. The way he looks at me, the way his hands feel on my body—God, I’ve never been this distracted by a man before. I find myself glancing at my phone during meetings, hoping for a text from him, something to remind me that this thing between us is still there, still simmering just under the surface.

Today, though, I have to focus. There’s another team meeting, and I need to be sharp. I spend the next few hours in work mode, clicking through PowerPoints and delivering presentations. It’s exhausting but fulfilling in a way that reminds me why I took this job in the first place. By the time I’m wrapping up for the day, my phone buzzes.

Knox:See you tonight?

I smile, biting my lip. We’re going to another gathering—one of our mutual friends is hosting a small get-together, nothing fancy, just some drinks and catching up. We agreed to keep things low-key, especially since we don’t want anyone knowingabout our little arrangement. But just knowing he’ll be there makes my heart race.

Me:Yep. Don’t make it too obvious, O’Malley.

Knox:No promises, sweetheart.

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KNOX

Work today is a mix of sessions and follow-ups with clients. It’s the usual: married couples trying to reconnect, singles struggling with confidence, and a handful of people exploring intimacy in new ways. I listen, I guide, and I help them find balance. I love what I do—it’s fulfilling in ways I never imagined. But lately, my mind keeps drifting back to Rosie.

I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this while I’m at work. It’s unprofessional, and I know it. But fuck, the way she moans, the way she looks at me like I’m the only man in the room… it’s hard to focus on anything else. She’s in my head all the damn time.

I wrap up my last session of the day and head home to change before the gathering. I throw on a button-down and dark jeans, keeping it casual but clean. I’m looking forward to seeing Rosie tonight, even if we’re playing it cool in front of everyone. There’s something exciting about sneaking glances, about knowing what we’ve done—and what we’re about to do—without anyone else having a clue.

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ROSIE

The gathering is in full swing by the time I arrive. It’s thesame group of friends as the potluck, and there’s a comfortable, familiar vibe. I exchange hugs and small talk, but my eyes are scanning the room for him. I spot Knox leaning against the kitchen island, a beer in his hand, looking casual and relaxed. He hasn’t seen me yet, but I can feel the pull between us, that unspoken connection we can’t seem to shake.

I don’t want to make it obvious, so I head over to where Candace is chatting with a couple of our friends. The conversation is light, but of course, someone brings up my infamous comment about men and orgasms from the last party.

“So, Rosie,” one of the girls teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “any updates on that whole ‘men can’t make me come’ thing? You’ve been awfully quiet about it.”

Heat floods my cheeks, but I play it cool, casting a quick glance over at Knox. He catches my look and raises an eyebrow, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. I bite my lip, feeling a thrill rush through me.

“Nah, no updates,” I say smoothly, my voice steady even though my pulse is racing. “But you never know. Miracles happen every day.”

Candace snickers, clearly amused, but I can’t focus on anything but the way Knox’s eyes haven’t left me since that comment.

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