Page 162 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I could come just listening to Jack’s groans.

The man is an excellent multitasker yet all I’m capable of is moaning into the pillow.

I’ll never get used to this.

My core quivers and tingles with pleasure as his thrusts become more urgent.

His fingers lose their rhythm on my clit as he comes apart.

“Bonnie,” he groans into my hair as he comes hard inside me.

That voice.His cockney accent gets gruffer and thicker when he’s turned on.

I’m done for. I shatter seconds later, squeezing his cock.

My back arches with the force of my orgasm and my legs shake like a freaking woman possessed.

I collapse face-first into the pillow.

“Turn around,” Jack says gruffly. “I need to see your beautiful face.”

Blissfully, I turn to face him.

“I’m the luckiest man alive.” He grins lazily at me, his face inches from mine. “I get to see you first thing in the morning, last thing at night and when I’m sitting in the middle of a fucking ridiculous board meeting.”

“Uh, actually.” I prop myself up on his chest and smile sheepishly down at him. “In a few weeks you won’t see me when you’re in the boardroom.” I swallow thickly, suddenly nervous. “I’m quitting today. I’m telling you first before Max and Bradshaw Brown.”

“Don’t be silly,” he says gruffly. He widens his legs to let mine rest in between them. “Everything’s fine in the office. Nobody passes any remarks on us.” He winces. “Besides the threesome story with us and Michelle Allard.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s not that. I’ve learnt not to give a shit about rumours. And for the record, if we were to have a threesome it would be a reverse harem for me.”

He slaps my ass, annoyed. “I don’t share.”

“I mean it, Jack,” I say, steering him back to the original conversation. “I’m handing in my notice today.”

He studies me with a frown. “I thought you were happy.”

“Iamhappy. But it’s not about the factory or you.” I sigh. “For years I’ve been hanging off Max’s coattails. It took what happened to open my eyes to see that Bradshaw Brown isn’t the best place for me. The partners don’t give a shit and I’m sick of coming second in a boys’ club. They actually started talking to me this week.” I snort. “You know why? Because of you.”

I don’t mention that Max is being so passive aggressive after the relationship reveal that I can’t stand coming into work.

“They are two jackasses.” His jaw flexes. “I’ll sort it.”

“No, Jack,” I cut in quickly, running a finger down to his jaw to relax him. “I’ve been offered an opportunity. You remember the architect I talked to when we went for drinks? Adrian? You probably don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” I feel his chest tighten under me. “He was flirting with you. You gave him your number.”

“He wasn’t. He got me in contact with a design company.” I pause, biting my lips to hide my grin. “Do you know Lauren Torres?”

“Of course, I do.” He looks at me confused then his brows rise.

I smile. Lauren Torres is one of the most prolific architects in Europe. She’s also one of the world’s leading female architects. “I’ve been offered a job at her company. They have offices in London and Paris.”

And it’s a package that left me salivating. Not because of the cash, as good as it is, but because I feel like I can go places there. They’re taking over my sponsorship for the conservation traininganda hell of a lot more.

His expression softens. “Then I’m happy for you, darlin’. I like having you close to me at work. I’m a selfish bastard.” He pulls me in for a kiss. “But I want you to be happy and follow your dreams.”

“I’m glad you said that.”

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