Page 161 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I’vegot me.

But despite seven billion pounds, more property than the Crown and a dick that should have its own church and followers, Jack Knight needs me as much as I need him.

“I’ve got you too, Jack.”

40

One week later

Bonnie

The sun shines through the slits in the electric blinds.

My body clock has synced with Jack’s and now I can’t sleep past five. Or perhaps it’s something to do with the massive bulge pushing against my ass every morning.

I can tell by his laboured breathing that he’s still sleeping.

I writhe my ass against him, and he groans in his sleep, his cock pulsing against my lower back. A muscular forearm tightens around my stomach.

A giggle escapes me. The guy has Big Dick Energy even when he’s sleeping.

He stirs behind me, his chest heaving into my back.

“Morning, darlin’,” he says against my neck.

I feel his teeth against my skin and know there’s a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Morning,” I say breathlessly.

Will I ever get used to waking up with Jack spooning me? I hope not.

I clear my throat, trying to sound awake. “Are you getting up to go to the gym?”

“No need,” he murmurs against my ear. “I can work out right here.” The hand that is settled on my lower stomach slides down into my thong.

“Jack—” I gasp as he strokes slow tortuous circles on my clit, still sensitive from last night. “We’ve literally just woken up.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been dreaming about you all night,” he rumbles grumpily behind me.

I feel his hands move my thong to the side as his cock presses impatiently against my slit.

“Open, darlin’. Let me in.”

My thighs part to let him in. I close my eyes and squeeze the pillow as the tip of his cock nudges my entrance. No matter how many times we do this, I’m always as nervous as I am excited.

With his freakishly long dick and the number of werewolf books I’m reading, I’m half expecting Jack to shapeshift with the next growl.

“Relax, Bonnie.” He chuckles, interrupting my crazed mind. “Stop holding your breath.”

I release the breath I was holding as he nudges my legs wider with his knee and slides his cock inside me.

I’m wide awake now, adrenaline pumping through me.

His fingers continue to stroke my clit with just the right pressure as he slides in and out of me.

It’s a slow, lazy fuck as we haven’t properly woken up yet.

“This angle,” he grunts into my hair. “So deep.” Cursing, he thrusts into the deepest spot in my core again and again.

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