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“Fuck, woman?—”

I tightened my thighs higher around his waist, locking him in place as easily as he could hold me. Then I clenched hard around him. I rocked my hips in devastating circles, dragging every inch of him further into me. “You feel that? That’s me taking exactly what I want from you.”

Knox’s hand shot to my throat, holding me steady, not hard, but firm enough to keep my eyes locked to his. He tried to take the lead, kissing me hard, but I bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan. “Caroline?—”

“Look at me, Nate,” I snapped. “I want to see it when you break.”

Knox lost it at the likely forbidden nickname. His whole body locked up, face twisting, and he finally let go, spilling into me with a final groan as he collapsed against me, entirely spent.

I grinned against his shoulder, breathless, victorious. “Good boy.”

CHAPTER 17

KNOX

Caroline Bates wasn’t a Wolverine. She was a goddamn succubus.

She’d milked me fucking dry like she planned it. Fucking mastermind really did go after things she wanted. Mercilessly. Was a Devil no match for a Wolverine with pretty red nails?

With how much she made me come inside her with just a few hip rolls and some purrs, it was debatable.

Now we were in each other’s arms, sweaty and spent like we’d run a marathon in peak Nevada summer. I leaned over to crack the trailer’s window to let in a breeze. It was almost five in the afternoon. I was trying not to start a countdown to the moment she got in that limo to take her a million miles away.

“Hm,” she said with a cat-like stretch. “I’m thirsty.”

My hand skimmed her side, lingering on the curve of her hip. I kissed her shoulder. “You raided the trailer already. You know where the water bottles are.”

“That I do.”

Caroline sat up, then slid off the bed, stark naked. Fuck, she had a nice ass. And when she returned with two bottles of water, I decided she had really nice tits. They were still peaked, bouncing with each step. And that perfect thing between her legs? Well, that was another story.

She joined me on the bed, opening the bottle with a crackle. I watched her throat move with each swallow and couldn’t decide if I wanted to close my hand around it or tenderly kiss it.

She caught me staring, then caught my cock getting hard again in my lap. Water dribbled down her chin onto her perfect breasts when she almost choked on the next swallow.

“You horny bastard—” she began, but I cut her off when I kissed her deeply.

“Wanna go again?” I growled against her jaw.

Caroline’s lips curved into a smirk that made me both horny and scared. “You’re the first dick I’d be happy fucking twice.”

“What a lucky dick.”

I moved to have my way the way I wanted with her, but then she got on her hands and knees, her ass facing me. She gave me a look over her shoulder in invitation like sin itself.

That was all I needed to get on my knees and slip my fingers between her folds to prep her body for mine. Now that she had finally let go of her strict inhibitions—at least a little—Caroline was easy to get aroused. She was wet before I had to do much.

The sound she made when I thrust into her was fucking delicious. I caught her by surprise when I pulled her backward into my lap. I dragged her back against my chest while she was still fully seated on my cock. My arms wrapped around her, locking her against me. My right hand gripped her throat, tilting her head back against my shoulder while the other hand rubbed her clit.

Caroline let out a sharp gasp, her fingers flying to grip my arms, trying to find balance as I spread her wider, as I thrust up into her, deep. “Motherfucker?—”

“Shh, woman,” I told her against her ear, working inside her. “So tight and wet for me. Don’t fight it.”

And she didn’t. She went pliable for me again, letting me do whatever I damn wanted to. But I still treated her like a queen who deserved the best fuck of her life. Based on the look on her face and the sounds she was making, she was on cloud nine.

When we came together, we collapsed together. I helped her aching, twitching body under the covers, even though we were now drenched in sweat. She wriggled her ass against me when I spooned her, making me groan, making it hard to focus on my next command.

“Sleep, Caroline.”

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