Page 119 of Fighting Mr. Knight

For a second, he looks almost vulnerable. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my heart thumping. “I’ll be your girlfriend. But only if you behave at work and stop watching me.”

He steps closer, towering over me, all trace of vulnerability gone. “You love me watching you in the office.”

I purse my lips, trying to muster professionalism. “It’s distracting.” My eyes flicker down to his cock, now rock-hard against his stomach. “Very distracting.” I swallow. “Does that thing ever go down?”

“Can’t help it,” he drawls huskily, his eyes hooded with desire. “I’m naked in front of his favourite person. Just looking at her drives him fucking wild.” He steps closer until our chests are inches apart. “Take it. Take what you want, darlin’. You’re wet just looking at me.”

I’d love to prove the arrogant git wrong, but the truth is there’s a flood down there that could rival the Atlantic.

I trace a slow delicious path down his wet shoulders, chest and abs with my hands. When they settle just above his pubic line, his stomach muscles flex with anticipation.

“What are you waiting for, sweetheart?” he asks gruffly, keeping his almost black eyes trained on me.

I wrap my fist around his beautiful cock. It swells and pulses and strains against my touch. I’ll never get enough of this.

He rests his hands on the doorframe above his head and breathes out heavily. “Good girl.”

I take him in both my hands, stroking the entire length of him. I’m dying to hear those deep groans again.

His lips part and his head jerks forward slightly. The muscle in his jaw flexes as I increase my pace. His face strains with the first signs of climax and his breathing becomes more laboured. I love how he reacts to me. I love how he groans with pleasure at my touch. But most of all, I love his face when he loses control and comes undone.

“No,” he groans, his voice raw with arousal. His body stiffens for a moment as he tries to keep control. “I want to come inside you.” He pushes my hand away.

We have a frantic back and forth about birth control. He swears he’s clean. Right now, I’m cleaner than the Virgin Mary.

His hands come around my waist, hitching up my dress so that it bunches on my hips. With one swift movement he rips the panties clean off me.

“Oi, mister!” I’m equally pissed off and aroused.

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look it in the slightest. “We’ll go shopping for more.”

His eyes lock on mine as his hand finds its way between my legs. Fingers teasingly slide up and down my opening, sweeping my clit at just the right pressure to make me feel turned on but starved.

My pussy clenches, craving friction. My nipples harden. My clit swells. My whole body aches with longing.

Oh God, I’m so ready.

A smile curves his lips as he feels how wet I am already. He knows exactly how easily affected I am by him. I should be embarrassed.

He hitches my left leg up, so it wraps around his waist, then impales me down on his thick cock in one swift movement.

“Ah!” I gasp. Too deep, too quickly.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He stiffens, still inside me. “You okay?”

I nod and tighten my leg around his waist.

“This is my favourite place.”

“The gym?” I ask breathlessly. He’s here every day.

“No,” he replies huskily. “Your tight pussy.”

My laugh quickly morphs into a moan as he holds my hips in place and begins to thrust. How does he know how to fuck me at exactly the right position to hit my clit? Every single time.

Hours of pent-up sexual tension at the close proximity of Jack all day ripple through me. It feels so good to have him bare.

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