Page 84 of Fighting Mr. Knight

There’s a knock at the door.

I jump out of my skin, going rigid in his arms.

He shushes me.

Clearly not as alarmed as I am to know there’s someone waiting outside his door, he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me.

Working me into a frenzy.

Repeatedly.

Relentlessly.

I need him to stop, but I want him to continue. I need him to make me orgasm so loudly that all of Canary Wharf hears me.

“Jack.” Jess knocks again. “Bradshaw Brown is waiting for you in the boardroom with the senior team.”

Fuck off, lovely Jess. Please fuck off for . . . thirty seconds.

I sink my mouth into his shoulder to stop from crying out.

“Yes, Jess,” he growls into my hair.

“You also have a meeting with Newham council in forty minutes,” she persists. “Shall I tell the Bradshaw team to reschedule?”

He curses loudly, and I hope to God Jess didn’t hear. “Give me five minutes, Jess. I’ll be with them.”

I close my eyes, trying to block out the footsteps of Jess walking away. My inner muscles quiver, and Iknowthis will be the motherfucker of all orgasms. Vagina shattering. I might never recover.

Jack’s hand disappears, and I’m planted back on my feet on shaky legs with my skirt still bunched up.

“What the bleeding hell?” I stammer, gaping at him as he stands to his full height.

“Not now,” he says with a low chuckle. Bending, he takes the hem on my skirt and pushes it down over my hips and thighs. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Later. It’ll give you time to fantasise about me.”

I’m going to throttle him.

I glare at him until common sense slowly seeps back into my head. “You’re right,” I mutter. “None of the training videos onhow to presentto clientsadvised rubbing one out on your audience beforehand.” I blow out a deep breath and smooth my cavewoman hair back into a work-appropriate ponytail.

He lets out a low laugh. “Yup, it’s probably best you wait until after you’ve presented.”

“After I present, you have a meeting with the council.”

He raises his brows, amused. “Easy tiger. All good things come to those who wait. Are you okay to present?”

Oh, God. Am I?

“Is this your master plan so I say yes to everything your team asks and agree to do the work in half the time?”

“You got me.” He straightens out his T-shirt which never looked like it was ironed in the first place. “I fluff all the design teams before my staff interrogates them. How else do you think I build forty-story buildings so quickly?” He checks his watch. “I’ve got something to do before meeting the council so you’ll need to knock ten minutes off now.”

Interrogation? Knock ten minutes off?

Oh, Jesus.

He smiles, brimming with cockiness as hetugs on my ponytail.“Do the demo for me with your hair down.”My hair falls around my shoulders.There’s noplease. He makes it sound like I’m going to do a private dance for him rather than present the designs for a converted factory.

I’m too aroused to become indignant.

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