Page 70 of Pucking Knox
Because I'm already leaving, already thinking about Kennedy's window, already planning exactly how to show her how hard I'm willing to work.
Some things are worth climbing for.
Some trust is worth earning back slowly.
Some love is worth proving over and over.
And Kennedy Walters is worth everything.
Time to show her just how much.
Chapter 27
His knuckles tap my window at exactly midnight.
"Mr. Thompson." I keep my voice prim and proper as he climbs through, rain-soaked again despite the clear sky. "This is highly inappropriate."
"Miss Walters." His eyes darken as he takes in my silk pajamas. "I apologize for the late hour."
"Shh." I point at Sawyer who has been fast asleep since 10 PM.
"You shouldn’t be sneaking in here," I say softly. "Sneaking into the Senator’s daughter’s room at this hour. What would the campaign team think?"
"Wouldn't want to ruin that perfect image you're portraying." He steps closer, predatory grace in every movement. "Though I have to say, Princess, watching you play good girl is driving me fucking crazy."
"Language, Mr. Thompson." But heat pools in my stomach as he crowds me against my desk. "What would your new team think?"
"They'd think I'm the luckiest man alive." His hands find my hips. "Getting to see both sides of Kennedy Walters – the perfect senator's daughter in public, and this..." He nips my neck. "In private."
"Knox." The name slips out on a gasp.
"Remember what I said?" His mouth traces my jaw. "About knowing exactly what you need?"
I do. God, I do. Remember every word from that night, every promise, every touch.
"Show me." The words come out breathy, needy. "Show me what I need."
His kiss is anything but proper. Deep and claiming and full of promise, making me arch into him as his hands slide under my silk top.
"First," he murmurs against my lips, "you need to know how fucking beautiful you are. Playing perfect daughter all day, making me work for every look..."
His mouth moves lower, finding that spot on my neck that makes me whimper.
"Then," his hands trace patterns on my skin, "you need to know how much I love both sides of you. The public perfection and the naughty virgin."
"Knox, please..."
"Shh." He glances at Sawyer. "Patience, Princess." He lifts me onto the desk. "You are so fucking bad, you know that?"
"You love it," I whisper.
He whispers into my ear, "We're doing this right this time. Slow. Thorough. Making sure you know exactly how precious you are."
What follows is a revelation of soft touches and whispered praise. Knox takes his time, learning my body like it's sacred, showing me pleasure I didn't know existed.
When I try to rush, he pulls back.
"How bad do you want to be? Do you want my tongue fucking you while your roommate’s asleep?"
