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I don’t slow down as I barge my way in, making a beeline for my vanity case. Having not needed the glitter and it’s glue since my last shift at the club, it’s still exactly where I expect it to be. In the velvet pouch tied with red ribbon.

I make sure to grab a few more overnight necessities and then as the door closes behind me, I give it a push, ensuring it’s locked. In hindsight, it would have made more sense to stay here, but I’m guessing his room has a lot more space, which I’m hoping we’ll need.

The leftover adrenaline and high of the game always took sex to another level. And I’m guessing tonight will be no different.

Older Knox has an edge to him.

A filthy, commanding edge I’d like to explore. My core gives a little squeeze at the idea.

I’ve been so caught up in my thoughts, it takes me a minute to realize we’re in Knox’s neighborhood. His apartment coming into view as we turn onto his street.

Using my phone to pay the cab fee, which still feels weird, I jump out and enter Knox’s building, security handing over the key card Knox has permitted me to use.

I head straight for the fridge to grab a bottle of water and notice a shelf of low-cal beer, so I swipe one for myself and flip on the light above the stove, no one wants to come into a dark home.

I always really hated that.

I meander through the living space in search of Knox’s room, heading down a hallway. I open the first door I come to and even though it could be mistaken for Knox’s room it’s not, it’s Jason’s.

What gives it away? Well for starters, every surface holds a pile of books. No offense to the Madden brothers, but there’s only one with a passion for reading, and that’s the little nerd.

Then on an intake of breath, the scent of the ocean breeze fills my senses. It’s divine, but it’s not Knox.

Turning on my heel, I try the next door after the bathroom and…jackpot. It has a slightly moodier vibe than Jason’s. Dark bedding, masculine furniture, and there’s not even a bedside lamp.

He has a few photos framed, but nothing like what Jason has on display.

There are no clothes on the floor though. The boy I knew was always in trouble with his mom for not putting away his fresh laundry. He must take really good care now that they’re costing him a fortune.

The ensuite is where I head, the room flooding with light as I do. I check my phone and guess I still have about a half hour to kill, which is perfect because I opt for a total refresh.

Twelve days ago, we had sex for the first time in six years. Fueled by emotion, it left no room for anything other than the connection we both wanted to feel. It was about coming home. About comfort and familiarity.

Tonight feels different.

Twenty minutes later, when I’m primped and ready, I hear the door slam shut and dive on the bed. Excitement and nerves flush through my veins. The anticipation of what he’ll do is enough I’m nearly panting.

Panting.

The door opens and he fills the hole it leaves, his fingers flex on the doorframe and I don’t take my eyes off his face as his gaze roves over my body, my heart ramping up its beats.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

WREN

“Good girls get rewarded, Wren,”Knox rasps, causing both my core and pulse to jump.

There’s that edge.

That newfound sureness. He knows how to dominate on the ice, and take control in the bedroom.

I preen at the statement, glad to have pleased him like some needy sub, which I am certainly not. Never have I acted the way I am right now, but the look on his face has me spreading my knees just a tiny bit.

Just a tease.

Because the way his eyes are dragging up and over my bare legs has the nerves evaporating and pure lust taking its place.

It’s enough to have him moving across to the bed. He places one knee on the mattress and then reaches for his tie. Eyes never straying from mine.

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