Page 139 of Fighting Mr. Knight

His eyes stay trained on me.

Double fuck.

I wasn’t expecting that.

“It’s okay.” I smile weakly. I should be embarrassed. I would be, under normal circumstances. Or maybe turned on. Angry? I don’t know how I should feel these days.

He blows out a long breath and he physically relaxes. “You’re not mad?”

“No, Jack,” I say softly.

“In that case,” he says, his throat bobbing, “who were you thinking about?”His brows draw together in anticipation and his expression tells me his mood hinges on my answer.

I pause.

“You.”

“Damn.” He breathes out heavily. A wide satisfied smile spreads across his face. “That makes me the luckiest man in London. You’ve just made my day.”

I can’t take this. The emotion is going to swallow me whole. If Jack says anything else sweet, I’ll break down.

I wrap my fingers around his cock and the energy between us shifts again. He thickens in my hand as I slide up and down his length. Water trickles down his cock, lubricating my strokes.

A growl rumbles from his throat as he places his hands on either side of the shower wall and gives me full control.

“You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you?” he says in a husky voice, widening his legs. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

I do as I’m told.

I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can as he grabs a fistful of my hair. He’s too big for me to take him all so I fist his base with my hand. I need to feel every inch of him.

“Bonnie,” he says in a long hard groan that makes my thighs clench.

His hands tighten in my hair as I take him deep in my mouth. My hands slide over his buttocks to hold him in place as I suck up and down his entire length in a slow and steady motion that I know drives him crazy.

“Darlin’,fuck, you’re good at this.”

My pace quickens as I slide him in and out of my mouth, sucking him from base to tip. Loving how he groans each time he hits my throat. Loving the feel of his dick swelling and pulsing in my mouth.

I’m going for Olympic gold at cock-sucking at this rate.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Suck it nice and deep.” His hips thrust to hit my throat even harder, and I fight the gag reflex.

I stare up with wide eyes watching his chest heave up and down and his face contort. He’s sweating. I love how much I can affect him.

I may no longer have control of anything else in my life, but I have control of this.

“Bonnie. So. Damn. Good. Fuck,” he growls through his teeth. His thrusts grow more aggressive until my ass is backed up against the cold shower wall. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart,” he warns in a ragged breath.

I need him to come harder than he ever has before. I’ve never needed it so badly. I suck faster and harder as his curses and groans echo around the bathroom.

His head falls forward, his eyes close and his whole body becomes rigid. His thighs tense and his ass cheeks clench. With a final strangled groan from him, I feel the jerky pulses of his dick emptying in my mouth, and I swallow down every last drop of him.

For a long moment, he stands with his eyes closed and his hands palming the shower wall above me, his cock still in my face. I see the Knight family coat of arms tattoo on his arm and I quickly look away. After a beat, his fractured breathing calms.

“Bonnie.” He opens his eyes to stare down at me, dazed. “Damn.”

In one swift motion, he has me lifted off the floor and my legs wrapped around his waist.

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