Page 24 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I swear I feel it in my clit. To my horror, my nipples too.

“Did you make this?” he asks in a rough voice. His fingers skim over the stone wrapped in silk threads resting above my breasts.

“Yes,” I say thickly as his hand drops. “It’s an amethyst crystal.”

“It matches your eyes.”

“It creates protection against negative energy and emotion.” I swallow, hating myself for the fact that if his hands accidentally found their way into my bikini bottoms, I wouldn’t have the willpower to stop them. “Well, it’s supposed to.”

“The wedding must be hard for you.”

“A little,” I reply tetchily. I let out an awkward laugh. “At least I know I won’t be getting lucky with a groomsman.”

His lips twitch. “I wouldn’t rule it out.”

A snort erupts from my throat. Not the sexy, husky type, more the type when you have a terrible cold.

Is Jack Knight flirting with me?

This tub is too hot.

Oh. Sean has three groomsmen. Max, Jack and Sean’s teenage brother. Maybe he’s talking about me getting back with Max.

“There you are.” The loud voice behind me makes me jump.

I turn to see Nisha, who stops dead when she sees Jack. “Oh! Eh, hi, Jack. Actually, you’re both wanted. Kate and Sean need to go over the order of service or something."

“Ladies first, after you,” Jack says, gazing at me.

No fucking chance. Getting out first means exposing my fat bum to him.

“No,” I say firmly. “You go first, there’s only one changing room and I’d like to spend another minute or two in here.”

He exhales harshly and climbs out of the Jacuzzi awkwardly like he has a cramp in his thigh.

And that’s when I see the substantial tent in his swim shorts.

Oh my God.

He’s hard.

Not half-assed lazy hard either, he’s ready to buck. Either firing people gets Jack Knight off or . . . I did it.

A shiver snakes down my spine.

“Was that awkward?” Nisha says in a loud whisper the second Jack leaves the hut.

“A little. When I walked in, he was in the process of firing a squad of people over the phone.”

“Seriously?” Nisha groans.

“Yup. The guy’s a psycho.”

A smile tugs at her lips. “It must have been absolutelyhorrendoussharing a hot tub with him.”

“The worst,” I say with an edge in my voice. “Absolute nightmare.”

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