Page 66 of Fighting Mr. Knight

Then I go home and wrap my fist around my poor aching cock, which just wants to follow her around all day until she drops us a bone.

Pretending it’s her. Pretending I’m pushing inside her beautiful soaking pussy as she bounces up and down on my cock, moaning my name like I’m the only man in the world.

Is that too much to ask?

She never comes near me, and there’s been little reason for me to approach her. She keeps her head down, like the rest of the team, intent on not fucking up the opportunity of a lifetime. I forced the situation a few times, loitering around the area reserved for the Bradshaw team, asking questions I didn’t need to know the answers to.

But I’m not the only one she doesn’t go near. Except for work conversations she doesn’t seem to engage with Max. I think her comment about flirting with me to make him jealous was only to rile me up.

I just need to get to the root ofwhy.

As if feeling the weight of my gaze, she looks up, and our eyes connect.

The pen drops from her mouth as I walk towards her.

I wish like hell I knew what’s going on in her head. The woman is the most difficult person I’ve ever had to read.Most people, especially women, I can read. Viking could be plotting a slow and painful death for me, and I wouldn’t know.

She stands up to greet me and that’s when I notice what she’s wearing. Tight white tank top sculpted around perfect breasts, stopping at just above the belly button and black running shorts high on the thigh accentuating her long toned legs.

Fuck.

With great effort, I drag my gaze back up to her face.

“It’s ten thirty.” I frown. “Why are you not at home?”

She shrugs. “I want to get something finished.”

My chest tightens even further. I feel like an asshole that she’s working these hours because of me. “I didn’t mean for you to be this dedicated.”

“It’s just one night. I’ll feel better when I’ve finished what I need to. Anyway, most nights I’ve been leaving before nine. Some of the team are usually here as well, so I’m not always alone.”

I wince. Now I know I’m a major asshole. “I don’t want you working this late alone in the office.”

Her lips quirk. “Are you saying you don’t trust your own security guards?”

“Of course, I do,” I say dryly. “I’m worried about what happens when you leave the watch of my security.” My eyes run over her body again. “Why are you dressed like that?”

She looks at me like I’m stupid. “I’m going to run home.”

“To your flat in Brixton? That’s ten miles.”

Surprise crosses her face. “It’s about seven. How did you even—” She stops. “No, not to Brixton. I’m going to my dad’s tonight.”

“Barking? No chance,” I say firmly. “The route is dodgy as hell at this time of night. I’ll take you home. You can run tomorrow morning when it’s daylight.”

“Barking is where my mum lives,” she says in a tone that suggests I’ve pissed her off.

Yup, definitely can’t read the damn woman.

“I’m staying at my dad’s.”The bite in her tone is unmistakable this time.

I frown, confused. “Phil’s not your dad? The dentist?”

She inspects me through slanted eyes as I wonder what the fuck I’ve said wrong. “Phil’s my stepdad. My mum married him when I was eighteen.” Her teeth grind together. “You know my dad.”

“I do?”

Her scowl deepens. “He worked for you for years.”

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