Page 91 of Misrule
Slowly, he withdrew from her. They gasped, their bodies still in overdrive.
Knox stepped back and Roxy stretched, sated and relaxed. A moment later, the overhead lights flickered on.
Knox sauntered back to her. “Where are your panties?”
“At home,” she responded, hopping from the stool and wobbling slightly.
“Hey!” Knox clutched her shoulders and steadied her. “Are you okay?”
“A little boneless,” she murmured. “Otherwise, I’m wonderful.”
Grabbing her chin, he pulled her forward and kissed her again.
“I need to go and clean-up, then start breakfast.”
“Come to my room. Get one of my T-shirts and some sweatpants to wear.”
“If I go, we’ll only end up fucking again.”
“I’ll stay out here.”
“I do need to change,” she agreed. “I didn’t think this through, sugar. I’ll have a cum-and-pussy-juice stain on the back of my fucking dress.”
He wrinkled his nose.
“It’s true!”
“Yes, but do you have to say it?”
“Why the fuck shouldn’t I? We’re grown. This shouldn’t be a topic of conversation off-limits.”
Nodding, he smiled at her. “You’re right, sweetheart. I just…I’m still not used to being so open about things like this.”
“I understand.”
“Go, before one of those assholes come in here and I’ll have to beat the shit out of them.”
She loved his confidence, but she didn’t want to test his theory, so she hurried through cleaning herself up and finding clothes to wear. She only had her thigh high boots, but who the fuck cared? She’d once come in slippers. Wearing boots with sweats was her damn business.
Not knowing what to do with the dress, she shoved it under Knox’s pillow. It would be a good reminder of their hot fucking.
Back in the main room, she found Knox talking to Cash.
“Breakfast isn’t ready yet, Cash,” she said.
He nodded, then sidled a glare at Knox. “Didn’t come for breakfast, Roxanne. Had some business to discuss with Knox.” With that, he turned on his heel and stomped away.
“What was that all about?” she asked, once he’d left the building.
Sighing, Knox waved away the question. “Nothing to worry about.”
She gave him a long, assessing look, but his look of dismissal didn’t change, so Roxy decided to let the subject go.
“I’m going to change,” he said, kissing her again.
“You do that, sexy motherfucker.”
He winked at her, then swatted her ass. “I love you in my clothes. Fuck, I love you any way I can get you.”
