Page 81 of Fighting Mr. Knight

A throb starts between my legs as his fingers slide slowly down my neck. It’s the same erratic beat he must feel in my neck.

His lips quirk into a wicked smirk.

All I have to do is take a small step forward and my body will be pressing against his. My chest against his slab of muscles. My core against that growing bulge tenting in his jeans.

I can’t breathe.

“You were always my type,” he murmurs as he slides his hand behind my neck to push me flush against his chest. My nipples harden as they brush his shirt. “Even when you used to run around the White Horse with pink hair and a ring through your nose.”

I try to swallow my nerves. “Someone was paying attention.” I tilt my head up to meet his gaze.

He stares down, completely unfazed.There’s no doubt who’s in charge here.“The only reason I didn’t pursue you is because I will never be a relationship wrecker. Don’t think for a second that I don’t think you’re perfect. Believe me.”

I do believe him.

I forgot what it’s like for a man to look at me like this. Undeniable want directed at me.

Right now, I couldn’t care less if we were put in a viewing box for the entire financial district to watch, which we kind of are. I want this man, and I can’t think past the carnal urge to straddle him with my bare aching pussy and give her what’s she crying for.

My hands land on his chest to find he has the same swollen nipple problem I have.

“Is that why you said you flirted with me to make Max jealous? Because of what you heard me say to Damon?” He rests his hands on the wall on either side of my head, fully caging me in. “Answer me, Bonnie,” he says hoarsely. “Tell me the fucking truth.”

“I lied,” I whisper. “I wasn’t trying to make Max jealous. The truth is I wanted you, but I hated myself for it.”

He lets out a low chuckle. “My poor ego. I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.” He nods. “You hated yourself because you thought I wronged your dad.”

I shake my head. “Not just that. I also thought you were arrogant,” I confess. “You’re too used to women falling at your feet.”

His chuckle deepens. “Okay, darlin’, you can quit while you’re ahead. But your assumptions were spot on. I am arrogant. And women do fall at my feet.” His smile tugs into a full-blown grin. “But it’s not every woman’s feet that I fall at.”

I make a noise that is halfway between a whimper and a snort. “You’re so sure you know what women want.”

“So, test me,” he replies, cocky smile in place. “You’re attracted to me. Let’s see if I know what you want.”

I release an indignant puff of air. “See? You just proved how arrogant you are. I wouldn’t kick you out of bed for eating crisps but there are plenty of attractive men out there.”

“I’m secure in myself. And I didn’t get this body eating crisps in bed.”

“Secure enough to offer yourself toallthe bridesmaids.”

“Allthe bridesmaids?” He grins. “How many are we talking here?”

My eyes narrow. “You gave Becky your number at the wedding as well as me. That’s one hundred percent of the bridesmaids.”

“Ah. I see.” He nods, still with that infuriating grin. “Well, she asked for it. She wants an interview with my marketing team.”

Does she fuck. Well played, Becky. Smooth.

“I gave her my office number. I gave you my personal number.” His brows rise. “Are we done with excuses?”

“You kicked me out of a meeting. That’s pretty obnoxious.”

“You rolled in late to my first meeting and didn’t listen. What did you expect? Praise?”

“It didn’t quite happen like that. I didn’trollin. You make me sound gangsta.”

“Bonnie.” His hand presses my lower back, crushing me against a very hard cock.

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