Page 160 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“Bonnie, I’m sorry.”

He’s nervous.

I’ve never seen Jack nervous. Angry, agitated, yes, but never nervous.

“I should never have left your side. I love you. I love you so much it kills me not to be with you.”

Tears rim my eyes. I never thought I’d hear those words again. It’s only been a week without his love, but it feels like a lifetime.

The lift dings open on the fifth floor.

“It’s full,” Jack growls at the poor unsuspecting employee in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jack’s gaze never leaves mine.

“S-sorry, Mr. Knight,” the guy stammers, scuttling backwards. Something drops from his hands as the doors close again.

Jack slams his hand against the lower ground floor button and we start to descend.

“Forgive me.”

“What? What for?” I croak. “I’m the one who kept a massive secret from you.”

“For pushing you away,” he says slowly. “For seeing everything black and white. I’m too used to everyone acting like I want them to. But things aren’t as clear cut as I make them out to be.”

I fight to hold back the tears.

“I’m so sorry, my love. If you’ll let me, I’ll never leave again. Whatever happens with the case, with your dad, with the project, whatever shit is in the media, we’re in this together.” His voice thickens as he pulls me into his arms.

“Jack,” I say hoarsely, melting into him.

His mouth crashes down on mine.

His tongue slides into my mouth possessively, igniting pulses of pleasure in every cell in my body.

A whimper leaves me as I fling my arms around his shoulders. I need this so badly. I need him.

His chest heaves, and he growls into my mouth in response, like he has ached for this for a lifetime. For me.

We’re not kissing.

We’reclaimingeach other.

Our bodies are flush. I can barely breathe. The warmth of his body radiates into mine, his hard chest delicious against my breasts.

Our hearts hammer wildly together, like one.

We’ll have to stay like this forever. I’m never letting this man go again.

Just when I think I’m going to become a puddle on the lift floor, Jack pulls away and cups my face in his hands to look at me.

“I’ve got you, Bonnie.”

Three little words way sexier thanI love you.The gravelly sound of them gliding from his throat makes my spine tingle.

That’s the thing. These past few months have taught me that I don’t need a boyfriend or a fiancé or a flatmate or even a boss.

I can take care of myself.

Besides the plumbing. I’ll get a plumber for that.

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