Page 45 of Knots About You
She blew out a breath.
‘I’m an eldest daughter. Parentified for years. The fixer in my parents’ messy lives. Useful before I was anything else. When I finally left, I cut the strings because I didn’t even know who I was. I built this whole charade of the successful city woman's life just to hide from who I’d been. And Marty…’ Her mouth pursed for a moment before she continued. ‘Marty was the Ken to my Barbie. Shiny. Seemingly perfect. Exactly the man who should have been on my arm, but I was always just off to the side. He called it discretion because he was my boss, but he just didn’t want anyone to know about me. I told myself I could be happy with that for far too long.’
I wanted, unhelpfully, to go and find Marty and make him eat his fucking balls.
‘Sounds like you really needed the escape from all that.’
‘He came by the flat. Asked Shelly for my number. The timing is… not coincidental. He always comes back for me, and I’ve always folded back into his life like a neat little origami. But it’s time I chose something new.’
‘Like what?’
‘Myself,’ she said simply. ‘Possibly you. I don’t know the magnitude of it yet, but I’m so tired of being unhappy. I just…I like who I am in Otterleigh.’
I let my head tip back against the rim and looked at the ceiling like it might have a better line than me. It didn’t. ‘I like who you are, too.’
A soft smile stole over her lips.
‘So, here are my current facts. I want you. I respect that you’re careful. I’m not going to try to lever you into anything. I will absolutely attempt to get you to smile more. I will also keep asking to touch you because I want to make you scream, too. Not to mention that thing is a work of art. You can say no, and I promise I’ll behave.’
‘Much obliged,’ I said, unable to stop my own smile. ‘And my facts. I want you. I’m going to be slow sometimes. I will make you tea, fix your latches, and put you in a rope when we both want it. I’ll be seen with you. I’ll keep what we do for us. And I’ll try not to assume I know how the ending goes before we get there.’
She shifted forward, water sloshing against her perfect tits. ‘Deal.’
‘Deal,’ I said.
‘I might not be ready for everything yet, but you could watch…’ My stomach flipped at my suggestion.
‘Really?’ You’d think I’d offered her a private jet with the way her eyes lit up.
‘Really.’
‘Is this just another way to make me all horny and desperate?’ She narrowed her eyes.
‘Yes.’
‘Well, damn you, Owen. You’d best get on with it.’
I fisted my cock below the surface, stroking my hand over its length as she bit her lip, enraptured.
The head was deep red, filled to bursting for her within a few strokes.
‘Do you see what you do to me, Claire?’ My voice grew thick at the awe on her pretty face. ‘How fucking hard you make me?’
She nodded before catching her lower lip with her teeth. ‘It’s so hot watching you touch yourself like that. I’ve never had a guy do it in person before.’
My stomach knotted with pleasure, and I let out a deep groan. Claire inched forward, kneeling close to my cock, but not touching.
‘I can’t use my hands, but I can use my words, right?’ She teased.
‘Yes.’
For a moment, she paused, her eyes focused on the sliding of my hand over my solid flesh. When she looked up at me again, she had entered full brat mode.
Claire threaded her hands behind her back, sticking her chest out. ‘Please, Sir. I need you to come. I want to watch you fill your fist so I can see what it will me like when you fuck me.’
Holy shit.
Her filthy words had my balls tightening.
