Page 36 of Fighting Mr. Knight

Instead, I said goodnight with a kiss on the cheek like a well-behaved boy.

All the best things come to those who wait.

I watched her all night and she knew it. I barely got to talk to her, but my attention was always on her.

She liked it. Hell, shecravedit.

An unspoken game between us.

She’s so damnfeisty. Everything she says has a bite to it. And that look she gives me could whither a man’s cock off.

I watched her read my text message; blush viciously then ignore it. I’m not surprised. She can protest all she likes, but she started something when she watched me in the bathroom and there’s no turning back.

Sighing, I pull back the covers and grab a pair of boxers.

I pad out into the hallway as my eyes adjust to the darkness. There are soft drinks in the central kitchen and I need the sugar hit more than water. I’m at the age where my hangovers begin before I go to bed, not the morning after.

I need to leave early tomorrow to get to the Waterloo site. Tristan promised we’d be out of here by eight.

A sound stops me in my tracks.

Soft whimpering.

Bonnie’s room.

Is she having a nightmare? Is she crying?

I stop outside her door, trying to focus.

Damn, she’s definitely crying. What do I do in this situation? I can’t leave her crying but I’m not sure if Bonnie would consider me a friend.

Knocking softly, I push open the door by a few inches.

If I were a man who believed in ghosts, I might think she’s been possessed by some demon haunting the manor. The blankets have been thrown off her. She lies in the middle of thefour-poster bed like a sexy apparition, her back arched, her eyes scrunched up and her beautiful heart-shaped face contorted like someone is pumping a funnel of vinegar down her throat.

I’m half expecting her to start levitating until my eyes travel downwards and I jump out of my skin.

The fuck?

A soft moan escapes her, and my heart nearly crashes out of my chest.

I need to get the hell out of here but I’m frozen. The only thing capable of movement is the blood frantically rushing south.

I stare, transfixed, as her fingers hammer her beautiful pink cunt like her life depends on it while her other hand fists the sheets.

She bites down on her bottom lip, stifling another moan.

Oh, Christ.

She’s drenched. Completely fucking drenched.

I suppress a groan raging in my throat coming directly from my cock.

Her top has bunnies, which doesn’t really fit the scene, but she’s naked from the waist down.

Just when I think my eyes can’t take anymore, she widens her legs, showing me every fold of flesh. Her fingers spread open her wetness, rubbing at her clit. God, I need to know what that wetness tastes like.

My cock strains like a racehorse.

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