Page 14 of Fighting Mr. Knight

What would it be like to be fucked by someone like Jack Knight?

One night of hate sex.

It’s not an unreasonable ask.

Those muscles on top of you, that confidence, that experience, that voice growling at you . . . fucking you hard and deep because that’s the only way he knows how?

I would grab that topknot like a rein and ride him like a thoroughbred racehorse.

Argh, I’m a weak woman.

Remember your focus: bricks, not dicks.

I step back as quietly as I can and my foot crunches on something. The envelope. In my lust-haze, it must have slipped from my fingers.

If I leave it on the table, he’ll know I was in here when he was in the bathroom.

I stoop into a squat, grab the paper and reverse backwards, cowering low until there is no chance of him seeing me. Then I stand up and skulk towards the front door.

Taking a few deep breaths, I yell his name loud enough for the entire wedding crew to hear and tramp into the room like an elephant.

The bathroom door swings open, releasing a gust of steam as he emerges, this time with the towel wrapped low around his waist.Dangerouslylow as if he’s not bothered whether it’s covering the massive shaft lurking underneath.

I won’t survive a second slippage.

Eyes up, Bonnie, eyes up.Bradshaw Brown’s most important client.

I stand three metres away, within safety of the door, and try to remain calm. That’s what you do when you’re cornered by a wild animal.

“Bonnie,” he drawls, flashing me the infamous Jack Knight smirk. It does weird things to my stomach.

“Hi,” I say stiffly. “Apparently, it’s important I give this to you. Sorry, I caught you at a bad time.”

“It’s fine.” His smirk deepens into something more dangerous. “It’s not a bad time.”

I swallow hard.Okay.

I glance around the room, which really is spectacular.Shit, are there cameras in here? Did his security witness my peep show?

“What are you looking for?”

“Uh, just checking out the room,” I say, flustered.

“I’m not a fan of the mounted moose head.” He nods towards the giant stuffed moose above the bed that I barely glanced at before. Please God, don’t let there be a moose head in every room.

Maybe his security installed cameras in the eyes! That’s where they go in the films.

“Ha, ha, yeah, I wouldn’t want him watching me all night.”

He laughs, deep and sexy, even though I’m not particularly funny. “How are you? It must be months since I saw you. I think Sean’s birthday drinks, yeah?”

He scratches below his pec.

I rip my gaze away from the distracting small silver ring cutting through the nipple. “Yup, that would have been it,” I add. “I’m great. How are you?” I’m not exactly grabbing the opportunity to sell Bradshaw Brown here.

“Never been better.” He nods to the envelope. “What is it?”

“Something from Kate. I’m just the delivery girl.”

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